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zujime · 10 months

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─── multiple characters x reader

characters included: bruno, joesph(not the old man ya'll, he is kinda bad tho ngl), josuke, jotaro, giorno, mista

c.w. when ur sad/upset/overthinking/idk, aged up, fluff, comfort, established relationship, no y/n usage, hcs, jjba, some italian pet names (2), a few swear words

- it's been a while since i posted jjba content, it's also been a while since i posted overall. this probably isn't much but for right now until i recover from this burnout, it's all i have. i hope you enjoy :)

at times like these, bruno notices almost immediately that something's up when he walks into your shared home and is met with an eerie silence. it's not long before he's rushing into the bedroom in search of you, only to find you curled up in bed—hidden under covers as you trembled and sniffled lightly. his touch is gentle when he rests his hand on your quivering shoulder, voice even softer as he speaks—asking about what's troubling you.

"what's wrong, mia cara" whether you tell him or not, he encourages you to release whatever tears remain as he holds you, giving you a shoulder to cry on and lots of forehead, nose, and cheek kisses as he tries to soothe you. once you've calmed down, he'll ask if there's anything you want—either a necessity or just something you want, he's getting it without a second thought. he just loves you so much and wants to do all he can for you.

now joesph...is kind of a jerk when he finds you crying at first. he'd baby talk you as he pinches, squishes your cheeks, and flicks your forehead or nose while laughing his ass off, but when he notices that you're not giving him any snappy remarks, slapping his hands away, or laughing with him, that's when he knows something's wrong and he's actually worried.

and when he starts asking you what happened, he almost sounds like a fly that's been buzzing in your ear for god knows how long, but you know he means well, especially when he's giving you the warmest and tightest hug he can—holding you against his chest as you let his heartbeat calm your uneven breathing. he's definitely babying you for the rest of the day and he might tease you a teeny tiny bit, but only to make you laugh.

josuke would probably think he did something to cause you to feel this way and if that's the case, bro's apologizing profusely (please, he's so sorry). whatever the problem might be, expect lots—and i mean lots of short sloppy kisses all over your face while he whispers tons of "I'm sorry" or "it's ok" onto your face. he might refrain from asking what the problem is both out of fear and because he doesn't want to cross boundaries or upset you even more.

but he'll spoil you rotten for the entire week cause he wants you—his everything—to feel better and he wants you to know how much he loves you. cuddles, kisses, hugs, naps together, movie night, whatever the hell you want is exactly what he's gonna give you maybe even before you ask. (he'd probably cry w you, on a serious note).

i think that jotaro would sit there and wait for you to tell him what's wrong so he'll know if it's serious or not—if it's serious he'll stay and listen to what you have to say, but if it's not like you're crying because something is out of stock or something, he's leaving the room and not even sparring you a second glance.

anyway, if you need any type of physical affection, he'd be able to tell from your body language or if you ask him for it but either way, he's not gonna not give you what you want...he's a really good listener, would literally sit there and listen to all that you have to say with no interruptions and he'd cuddle with you until you fall asleep cause he needs to know that you're actually okay, but he's not leaving your side. at all.

ok listen, not exactly like josuke, but i think giorno would be such a sweetheart. he'd ask if you'd wanna talk about it and would be content listening to whatever you say to him while he's holding you in his arms to bring your frantic mind to a slow so you can focus on what you want to say. would definitely cuddle with you in bed—you'll pass out in like less than 20 minutes so yeah.

mista would be so worried but at the same time he's asking who did it with sex pistols in hand (bro's ready to kill a bitch for you). "amore mio, who do i need to kill?" "mista, please don't kill anyone..." he's drowning you in nothing but love (kisses, cuddles, hand-holding, etc). he'd let you wear his hat or play with his hair to calm you down if that's what you want. you're getting spoiled. no, if's and's or but's, you're getting spoiled. want food? he's got it. wanna watch something? the tv's already on. wanna nap? he's already waiting in bed. he'd also let you cry on his shoulder for as long as you need and he'll give you back rubs too. :((

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chiquititaosita · 1 year

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if you can, could you write op monster trio with a sick reader? (pre-chopper joining the team)

ive been sick for the past week and one piece has turned into my comfort anime, and i still have a lonv way to go haha

thank you in advance, hope you're having a nice day!

i got you my darling! im just recovering from being sick three weeks ago. (Sinus and chest congestion) please get some rest and remember to try and rest as much as possible. good luck (I’m still getting there with you :) )

Fluff, cute shit. And just vibing

Monster trio with a sick reader (pre- chopper joining)

Luffy

- don’t get me started 😭

- he’s going to want you to rest. Even if you’re feeling fine. He’s going to make sure you’re being taken care for by sanji (since luffy says his soups can help a cold)

-“ NO y/n.. rest.” he’ll say it in a stern like tone

- Out of the times he was serious outside OF FIGHTING

- he’s only harsh on you when you’re sick because he loves you that’s why.

-“I want you to rest! So you can get stronger!”

-“so when you’re strong enough ! I’ll be able to protect you.” He grins as he’s nuzzling your face.

- “hey y/n! how are you feeling?” He’ll walk in with a happiest grin on his face.

- if he doesn’t sleep in your quarters that night or during those nights. When he wakes up you’re the very first person on top of his brain.

-he’ll sometimes surprise you with drawings (I think he draws stick figures sometimes lol) “look what I made you!”-

-“see it’s you me and the treasure we found!”

-“what’ are those other people right there?” You pointed at that pft of the drawing.

-“oh that’s zoro with his swords and sanji smoking a cigarette, nami is there stealing the money. That’s ussopp shooting a cannon. Oh look that’s robin not giving a-“ you love how creative he is.

- when you get better he lets you do more tasks just to stimulate your brain.

- recovery is just him being excited because he knows you’re being loved and cared for

Zoro

-“woah you okay?”

- “y-yeah I’m fi-fine.” you replied in between coughs.

-ngl zoro will drop everything to protect you.

-“you have to rest.. dummy.” he’ll flick in your forehead because you’re a stubborn pendeja

-“noooo i Can get up..” you fell as he picked you up for almost fainting. It had been a few hours since you passed out, and zoro periodically checked up on you everyday. but today felt different.

-zoro went to go and see you. That was until he noticed a blonde male with curly eyebrows humming and holding a dish going into the same direction he’s going to.

-“what’s that for?” Zoro referred to the dish

-“oh this is for Y/n Chan! I heard she was sick, so I made her some soup to cheer her up” he mentioned, and asked why zoro was going to see you

-“I’m checking on her… that’s all.” He blushed lightly, looking away.

-“ you know ever since she came on the sunny. You’ve gotten soft.” Sanji snickered as he was keeping his laughter down.

“Why I outta—-“ he’s just going to argue with him usually but today he had no energy for that.

-“forget it. I guess you’re right I just really care about her you know .” The moss head huffed as he was given the dish.

- “shit I gotta finish dinner!- give this to y/n chwan will you?!” Sanji literally ran off to the kitchen just as zoro made it to your door.

“Oi, y/n Can I come in?” zoro poked his head out of the door.

-“ it’s open.” you mumbled as you were bundled into the blankets. You smelled the soup and poked your head out.

-“hey.. how are you feeling?” he placed the dish of soup down on the little table near you, and gazed upon you. Zoro had missed your face. He hated seeing you feeling unwell, and miserable.

-“I’m okay. Just bored…sick and out of my mind….what’s that for.?” You pointed at the soup

-“curly made you dinner and wanted you to eat first. He said he hopes you feel better.” He rolled his eyes over the words about a certain cook. You couldn’t help but chuckle

-“awe that’s sweet of him. But what about you?” You gestured him to come lay with you, and he plopped himself onto your warm body, clinging onto you like a little koala.

-“ why did you come back? I thought you were training.” you hugged him as he laid on top of you, he hadn’t thought about it like that. Zoro just missed hearing your voice motivating him to keep going, seeing your smile, hearing your voice, especially seeing you looking adorable when mad or yelling. Annoying him while training.

- Literally you were like his personal chihuahua. It just didn’t feel the same without your presence near him. Especially when y’all took naps together after training or if y’all just felt lazy.

-“i- well- um. I finished early. it was just..that I like- training with you more. It was annoying to not hear you yell my name ‘zoro this zoro that zoro can we take a break my boobs hurt?’ ‘Zoro carry me. Zo-Chan hold my hand. ‘“ he mocked your voice and it made you laugh as you nuzzled into it.

-“Awee so you did miss me..” you nuzzled him, as he pulled himself up to hug you in the bed.

-“don’t push it..” he rolled his eyes as he kissed the top of your head.

-“I love you.”

-“ I love you too you big goof.” You sighed happily as you knew you were the luckiest woman on earth.

Sanji

- now him HEHEHEHE OMG

- the minute he noticed you were sick, you missed breakfast and you never EVER MISS BREAKFAST! You get up around the same time as sanji.

- “y/n- my loveee! It’s time to get up!!” He sang as he tried to wake you up from you quarters.

-“ really? It’s too early .” you coughed into your fist. You sounded very congested, and your eyes looked so puffy. Your natural bed head with your textured mane, all over the place. he was in awe of how beautiful you sounded in the morning!!

-Sanji immediately gasped as he heard your voice. “Oh no! My Angel! You’re sick!! please lay down to rest! Your prince is going to take care of you!!” he kissed the top of your head, placing your tea near the night stand.

“S-sanji i’m f-fine!!” You tried to push him off your shoulders that was until you ran to the bathroom. acid reflux! or even food poisoning DUN DUN DUN. You must’ve felt like your guts were being rearranged and not the good kind. Luckily it was not sanjis cooking. Because he would’ve been crushed. It was someone else’s leftovers from the previous island you brought in.

-he immediately ran after you, patting your back. “It’s okay, darling. Let it out. you’ll be okay.” He’ll gently pull away your hair out of your face. when you finished throwing up you began to wash up. You went to the kitchen to see if you could put up your cup of tea and wash it.

-that was originally the plan until your blonde man put his hand over your hand, disposing his cigarette immediately after seeing you in sweatpants and a big baggy tshirt. His eyes go into heart shapes.

- “You look adorable as ever.” He coos and pinches your cheeks. you rolled your eyes at him.

-“oh hush your face babe. ..” you mumbled as he embraced you.

-“let me wash that cup for you. Go sit down I’ll make you a plate ” he kissed your cheeks, and booped your nose then forcing your stubborn ass to sit down, after taking your empty cup of tea away from you. you just loved how he shook his hips and sang a little song about you making your plate. it’s one of the reasons you fell in love with him.

-“are you singing [song name]??” You giggled

“Yup!!! Because it’s your fault! You got it stuck.in . My. Head.” He poked you jokingly and lovingly at the end of each syllable. Serving you a cup of fruits and sweets.

-“oh shut up you!! how was breakfast?” You asked him as you were tracing the table cloth, sitting in your seat. You’re not even used to the princess treatment that he’s been giving you.

-“ it was good, I already told everyone you weren’t feeling well, they went off the ship already to gather resources and meds to make sure you feel better” you smiled at him already as he made you some avocado toast, taking a bite of the dishes your face lit up, as you did a little happy dance.

- you know when the food is delicious when you do a happy dance when you eat.

- “Oh my how this is amazing.I’m so happy I can taste your food!” you smiled at him with a little sniffle

-“oh y/n merolineee! the way you compliments me takes me a few steps from ascending into heaven.”

- yes overall Sanji best boy to take care of you during pre chopper era.

#one piece imagines #sanji x fem reader #sanji x latina reader #sanji fluff #one piece x reader #sanji x y/n #zoro x reader #pirate hunter zoro #luffy x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro imagine #zoro fluff #luffy fluff #straw hat luffy

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qq-is-dreamin · 10 months

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"Pinky Promises? ♡"

Pairing: gn! reader x leona kingscholar (established relationship)

Summary/Warnings/TWs: None; SFW scenario/oneshot with leona (also a reverse comfort fic?; ends on a sweet/happy note though) ♡

Notes: literally thought dumped and not rlly proofread, so beware of grammar errors and stuffs (again)! This fanfic assumes that reader is Yuu and that you and Leona are in an established relationship. Never wrote TWST characters before so I hope I didn't make them (Leona, Ruggie and Crewel) so OOC- It's a rather self-indulgent piece ngl so reader's mannerism or talking may be very specific?

(once again!! pls do not follow if you're a minor and I will also block if you're minor or ageless blogs; read more in my pinned post)

Brrring!

"Alright, well done, my puppies! That will be all for today's class. Don't forget what you've learned today and also remember to complete your assignments! All of you are dismissed!" A hint of a smile flashed on Professor Crewel's lips as he dismissed everyone.

Standing up, you stretched and yawned before turning on your phone (the one that Headmage Crowley had graciously gifted you) to check for any messages. You were expecting some messages from your favourite lion beastman (sorry Cheka /j) but before you can read the unread messages while on the way out of your alchemy classroom-Ruggie was waving and gesturing you animatedly to walk over to him. Curious to see him waiting outside of your class, you flashed him a questioning look and make a beeline to him.

"Hey, prefect! Since you're probably on your way to see Leona anyways, shyehehe," He said with a knowing and teasing glint in his eyes. "Mind passing these assignments to him when you see him later? He missed an entire day of lessons again! And Professor Trein is threatening to fail him if he doesn't start attending classes again." He sighed with his ears sort of flattened as he continues to speak. "I gotta rush for my part-time job and since you're like Leona's favourite herbivore, please persuade him to go to class tomorrow and also complete his assignments! I believe in you, prefect~" He grinned widely and thrust the pile of assignments into your hands. Before you could even say a word, he disappeared into the crowd of students who were leaving their classrooms. You sighed at the task given to you before resuming to check your unread messages -

My Lion King 🦁 : "Herbivore, you don't have anything after class right?"

My Lion King 🦁 : "Meet me at the botanical garden when you're done. See you later."

You couldn't help but smile and feel amused as you read Leona's text messages. Most people may think he's demanding to his partner after looking at his text messages. You know that's not the case. Though he does not show his affections outright to you in front of others, he shows his love and care in his own way- by being himself. His messages are actually indirectly telling you how much he wants to see you as soon as possible. And that he misses your presence. You pocketed your phone after sending a confirmation that you're coming and start making your way to the school's botanical garden to finally see your favourite lion.

Sure enough, there was your boyfriend was lying on his back in the shade of a tree, his usual favourite spot to peacefully rest away from other students. Though his eyes are closed and he appears to be snoozing, his (soft) ears are a dead giveaway. They're perked up and occasionally flicking, showing that he's long aware of your presence. Although he can't see your smile, you still smiled softly in his direction. Walking over and squatting down next to his resting self. You leaned down and kissed him gently on his forehead then said teasingly, "Good morning, your lionliness." Instantly feeling your kiss upon his forehead, his eyes fluttered open and yawned before giving you a charming smirk. "Took you long enough, herbivore." You then lowered yourself to sit next to him, crossing your legs and readying your legs to be his pillow. As expected, he took the opportunity to rest his head on your lap. You naturally began to comb through his hair with your fingers, feeling the soft strands between your fingertips and hands determined to detangle any knotted hair strands. His eyes were half-open, looking at you still heavy with sleep and he continues to lazily smirk at you. Momentarily, his gaze flicked towards the pile of papers but he ultimately settled on looking back at you and asked, "How's your classes?" As you shared what happened in your classes, he listened intently, occasionally making a sarcastic remark or two about the other first-years' antics. Your snorts and laughter at his comments made his tail swished. He enjoyed seeing you relaxed and laughing, and he was happy to be able to make you smile.

After sharing your day, you both fell into a comfortable silence. You continued to play with his hair, enjoying the feeling of the soft strands against your fingers. As you did so, you noticed that he was starting to doze off. Realising he is about to doze away, you decided to address your task. "Sooo, a little birdy told me that Professor Trein is not happy that you skipped for class today and also asked me to pass you your assignments for the day." You pointed to the stack of assignments. Hearing about that, he scoffed with his ears lowered slightly. "You mean a hyena, right?" One of his emerald eyes opened and stares at you rhetorically. You still nodded instinctively and he groaned in response before looking away and his tail starts to sway in annoyance.

"I know you've been working really hard with your Spelldrive practices and I've noticed that you've been attending your classes more often lately." You were not trying to appease him; it is the truth, Leona had been attending his classes more often, especially after you two had gotten together. Ruggie teased you both, saying that your goody shoes self have been a good influence on Leona and he was glad that Leona has a sweetheart around to "tame" him. This, of course, earned him an earful of (empty) threats from Leona like adding more to Ruggie's chores. Your hands continue to comb through his hair as you continue your words, "I'm actually proud of you. I know it hasn't been easy for you either." He puts in a lot of effort, but sometimes his thoughts get the best of him and he finds himself sleeping in his dorm or the botanical garden, where he can escape his thoughts.

As he heard your words, his tail's swaying slowed down and his ears perked up slightly as though in surprise, which you noticed and feel sad that not many have acknowledged his diligence. He remained silent, but he listened attentively to you, even though he was now facing away from you. You smiled gently and patted his ears, saying, "Like I said before and will always continue to remind you. I'm here for you just like you have been for me. I promise." His ears flicked and he felt his eyes watery before he takes a deep breath to calm himself down. "...Thanks for being here, herbivore. Fine. We'll see how it goes tomorrow." He mutters a response as he finally looks at you again. Your face lit up at his reply. "I don't know how much I can help with all these assignments, but I'll be there, cheering you on!" He responded with a rare soft and genuine look.

To lighten the mood, you quickly reached out with your right hand and hooked your pinky finger with his left. "I pinky promise to be there for you, no matter what! You're stuck with me for life and ever, Leona. Even if you're sick of me, it's too late to back away now." You said with a laugh, but your eyes have a determined and genuine look. He blinks at you owlishly, surprised at your bold promise. He glances at both of your hooked pinky fingers and then back at you. His lips unable to stop curling into his trademark charming smirk as he gruffly replied, "Oi, herbivore. You can't just pinky promise like this. It's supposed to be a two-way street, you know." He responded in a playful but serious tone, but did not make the effort at all to pull his pinky finger. He tightened his pinky finger in response to your assurance, but his heart was hammering in his chest. He tried to maintain his cool look, but he could tell that you could see right through him. Though he tried to be cynical and thinks that he's being naive, he couldn't help himself to be hopeful towards you and the future. In his heart, he silently made a promise to himself that he would be there for you just as you were there for him. He knew that he could count on you, and he wanted you to know that you could count on him too.

Ending notes: Thanks for reading my first twst fanfic/thought dump. This was supposed to be a lighthearted fic and I thought it would go something like this: reader was supposed to make a silly pinky promise like "you gotta promise to get me boba/something since I deal with sm Crowley's nonsense etc. /j" and Leona was gonna like gonna bicker (lightheartedly/affectionately) and pinky promised jokingly to "cancel out the promise" (mentally swearing that he will be there for the reader platonically or romantically ) with the reader, ending off on a sweet note. but as you can see- I do not plan my writing and just improvise as I go and it just becomes kinda heavy halfway through lolol.

I was inspired by a irl situation when I jokingly pinky promised my friend and said they owed me a lifetime supply of boba. They then caught me off guard and pinky promised back (to cancel out the promise ykwim).

For those who's been following me, I'm sorry I haven't been writing as much. University once again held me at a chokehold (and also I've been reading so much interactive fiction wips whenever I have free time-).

Just like always -- pls don't plagiarise, repost, or claim my writing as your own - instead i appreciate any likes, comments, reblogs or follows!! check out my other works if you like! I haven't wrote TWST fanfic until now but there's some Obey Me writings I did (Specifically for Mammon and & Satan).

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cakeinthevoid · 7 months

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Remember When

Whumptober No. 9: “Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days.”

Polaroid | Mistaken Identity | “You're a liar.” (all three!)

Content: Firearms (gun), character death, unstable character, drugs, high tension.

This might be my only piece where I didn't imagine a crazy overarching backstory for everyone involved lmao

“You’re a liar, you son of a bitch!” The bottle crashed against the wall behind Yuma’s head.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” His voice cracked.

Misty drew her hand into her coat, and Yuma blanched at the thought that she had a gun on her. Instead, she furiously whipped out a Polaroid photo.

“You knew him! You knew him and you never told me! Bastard!” She flicked the Polaroid at him like a playing card. It sliced through the air and his cheek before he could dodge.

“Misty!” His hand came up to feel the sting and came away with bloodstains.

What the hell happened to her?

“Pick it up—pick it up and tell me the truth!”

“So you can what—shoot me in the back!? The hell is wrong with you?” He glared.

Misty was shaking. Twitching, more accurately, and yet her aim was still true. So when she pulled out a gun-looking object from her pants pocket, Yuma recognized it as the threat it was.

His eyes dropped from the tear tracks on her face to the pistol. It was dusty with a glowing blue powder. A glowing blue power that anyone this side of the city would recognize.

“You’ve been doing fucking glow?” He hissed in disbelief. “What the hell happened to you after—“

He was cut off by a bullet whizzing past his ear. His heart was well within his throat now.

“I won’t fucking miss next time, so shut your mouth!”

The short silence was tense, and snapped in a moment.

“I could kill you right now, you know,” she breathed. The gun shook in her hand. “I want to.”

“Please don’t,” he managed in a thin voice.

“Then tell me. Who the fuck is Sam Nixis?”

“Someone I met years ago,” he lied at gunpoint.

And she knew.

Naturally, Misty fired the gun.

The bullet made a neat hole in the center of his forehead. Misty stared at it for a while. Long enough that a pool of blood formed.

She quickly moved to pick up ngl wethe polaroid before it could stain. Then she left the old home in ruins.

#whumptober2023 #no.9 #polaroid #mistaken identity #you're a liar #original content #my cake #OC #OS Misty #OS Yuma #death tw #gun tw #whump #ngl we stan misty

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starlitheaven · 2 years

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🎉 Tag! You're it! Ship your mutuals with fictional characters! 🎉

this took me a while (edit: longer than I imagined, wow), but was very fun. <3 in no particular order & did a lil wiki research for some.

@shirohyorin — Toshiro, definitely. that man would treasure you greatly, just like you deserve. and only you could fluster such a serious and put together man <3 make him swoon and fall. he admires how hardworking & talented you are.

@tojisfangs — ngl, Gojo. the thing is, he’s probably your soulmate and would—just fucking kidding sam i’m so sorry!!! Toji or Levi, it’s hard to decide. you’re easygoing and strong enough to make them wanna be better men for you. both of them would be incapable of denying you anything tbh. and you make them feel comfortable being soft <3

@ghostbeam — Dabi Dabi Dabi. honestly I don’t know who I’d be more jealous of in that relationship. you’d be that couple that makes people think “damn I think I want both of them”. you’d put him on soooo much good shit, he comes out a cultured man thanks to you. also, I think he’d love holding you idk why ahfjakf.

@gojobunny — lovely lovely Satoru. your other faves would love and adore you too, but Gojo would paint the sky red for you if you asked. he has the most fun when he’s with you, and aches whenever he’s away. all he wants is to take care of you just right, you’re his baby <3 if he could have it his way, you’d live with no worries except enjoying yourself. also he thinks you have great taste and is that big tall bf that keeps you safe at shows.

@thetempleofnyx — Yuuta or Itachi! they’d feel very comfortable around you and open up <3 and like they can talk to you about anything.

@saintchrollo — HONESTLY. I'm going to say Kuroro, but Shoko was a close second. he's on his knees rn for you, reciting all the poetry he knows in his mind. he's stealing abilities to shoot the sun because it was in your way once. your clothes wishlist essentially becomes a steal list for him. he's at the grocery store on a saturday night standing in the wine aisle looking for the perfect bottle for date night.

@gojos-undercut — what if I said Reigen, huh? Anyway, Gojo! you really understand him on a deep level, and he’d love that. you’d make him feel like he has a place to come home to, like someone is waiting just for him.

@99ves — you’re on & off ia but you’ll always get a mention <3. And it’s Suguru, obviously. Rei/Suguru would be my favorite couple. he’s head over heels in love with you, just absolutely worships the ground you walk on. that hot couple you see at shows.

@playboism — Atsumu! you can match each other's energy and also put him in his place if he gets all worked up. you're someone he'd want to impress, like. just desperate for your attention. so many people are vying him to merely look their way, but he’s only got eyes for you.

@salune — imagine I said someone else besides Gojo? IMAGINE. anyway, Satoru, of course. he’d be attracted to your kindness right away, and would trip over himself to try and make you laugh. just make a complete fool out himself, but he wouldn’t care as long as you smiled. you’re that couple that never makes anyone uncomfortable or feel left out <3 also you keep him in check, which he loves. you’re flicking his forehead for being mean to someone (utahime) but he’s just got heart eyes.

@saintgojo — Gojo or Iwaizumi! either one would be a very exctiting relationship and they’d adore you. but some angst has to be sprinkled in because that’s your brand <3 I just know your relationship would play out like a good movie or book.

@pretty-toru Gojo by default, but also Nanami. he’d appreciate your kindness and generosity, and you’d give him a reason to keep on going when things are tough.

@suget this one is hard...maybe...Geto? I know you're only just getting into him though? he'd find you so endearing, kind, and strong. you make him want to be a husband and settle down so bad. what he loves about you is that you can see the good and the bad in him, and still be there (as long as he treats you right). he’d never feel alone with you. always makes sure to call/text you every single morning and night, never wanting you to rise or sleep without knowing he’s thinking of you.

@suguruwrx — sharing is caring so, satosugu! they love taking care of you and making you smile. you’d fit perfectly with their dynamic.

@angry-geese — hard to choose between Choso or Gojo. I’m going with Choso! he would have amazing taste and it’s all thanks to you tbh. Yuuji knows all about you before you even meet him because Choso is that smitten with you.

@getosun — Utahime and Geto! Utahime gets so into astrology & tarot cards because of you & is always eager to get you into her own hobbies. Geto just likes listening to you talk about your interests, and while he doesn’t get into them, he likes knowing about it all. he gets very “you look so cute when you’re excited and talking about things you love”

@satosuguslut — ellie you don’t know how much i’m fighting my instincts to say satosugu, but I’m going with Eren. I don’t even go here, but I can tell you really understand him and he’d totally appreciate that about you. you see what everyone doesn’t in him, and he probably needs that? ngl though I think you’d be too cool for him, he’s lucky to have you. <3

@cyancherub — this was hard and either Kogami or Aki, but leaning towards Aki. you'd have him wrapped around your finger, as much as he'd hate to admit it. he tries to hide how much power you have over him, but you both know lmao.

@ambieux / @novaresque — satosugu! absolutely both for you, not just one or the other. you’d make things so fun for them, and be a chaotic and affectionate couple (or throuple). they’d love you so much and just fight all the time over your attention.

@mundane-shvn — shan, satosugu definitely for you. there’d be no angst with you <3 just three hot people.

@fvshguro — Tojiiiii. he’d find you so cute and funny, probably wants to cuddle up on you all the time. you make him feel all soft.

@yuujilove — who else but sweetheart Yuuji? you’re that couple that’s just so sweet and romantic it makes everyone jealous. he could be dead tired after a gym sesh, but will still stop by and pick up some food for you on the way home if you’re hungry.

@reapersbarge — Nanami, you’d definitely have a coworkers to lovers type story. you just get him when it comes to being an adult with a job, and he knows he doesn’t have to pretend anything with you.

@scummy-simp — Suguru Suguru Suguru. you’d bring out the best version of himself and he loves listening to everything you have to say. holding you and just talking is one of his favorite past times with you that he’d never have with anyone else <3 that’s your daddy heheheh

@peachsayshi — Sukuna! Peach, I mean true form Sukuna here. you’re his sweet little thing that he’d do anything for, no matter how terrible. humans feel less irritating when you’re around, he’s enamored <3

@mellifluous-dianthus — Nanami! you’re just an ideal partner for him! he admires your talent and creativity, and you two would have chill nights in where he reads while you draw. just comfortable silence he’d have with no one else.

@onidaki — Toji. you’re his girl that he’d do anything for. likes wrapping his arm over your shoulder and letting everyone know that you’re his and his alone. likes your sense of humor and you get to see his genuine smiles <3

@ryom3n — Sukuna! definition of big bad scary monster who’s gentle and doting for their partner only. he’d burn the world for you <3

@svgarslut — Toji. after reading your fic, I can picture no one else who’s perfect for you. you’ve got that big bad man sprung. wants to treat you right and make you his.

@vennilavee — Levi! you’d bring light and chaos into that tiny man’s life and he’d love you for it <3

@cutecrunch — Satoru! he adores every part of you and wants to keep you all to himself <3 he gets very “you’re so cute, I just wanna squeeze your head” about you. he’s also your biggest fan.

@saoney — sweet darling Honey, Satoru is the man for you. he’ll be whatever you want to be and is so enamored with your bubbly & sweet personality. loves you like he loves his favorite sweets.

@princessatoru — everyone’s shared beanpole, Gojo! he lives to spoil you with romantic gestures and whatever you desire! but nothing satisfies him more than making you laugh, even if it’s laughing at him.

@reinaphoria — Reiner, of course! he’d be so proud to have someone as kind and caring like you in his life and wants nothing more than to protect and take care of you <3 you remind him of sunlight peeking through a gloomy day.

@nahoyassss — Yuuta! he adores you and thinks about you every single day, multiple times a day. you make a picnic bitch out of that man, and he’s all about it. he’s got his gloomy expression or beating curses ass effortlessly all while thinking about the new park he wants to take you to <3 loves feeding you berries too. and always gives you his jacket if you get cold on your outings.

@tinami — Satoru or Aki. either one wouldn’t realize how much they crave being brought to their knees until they met you <3. you’d treat them so well, so they’d be (mostly) good boys just for you.

@kofic — big bad daddy Toji. you make him think that maybe he still has a chance to find some happiness and love, and wants to be more stable so you can lean on him too.

@multistan-247 — Hanma. he pursues you out of a need for the thrill of the chase, and but falls for you and stays by your side because you keep him sane and in check. you’d be the person he can’t live without!

@tsumooo — Touya! you understand all the good, bad, and ugly about him. the world feels less rotten when he has you!

@antheneis — so I wasn’t sure if you’re comfortable being added so lmk if you’re not! but for you? definitely Spike. he just thinks you’re the coolest and baddest girl in the universe, and feels like he’s got to keep up with you. very hot couple, like ridiculously hot. but also completely real and never bullshitting <3

@mid-night-blossoms (I just realized yours isn’t here anymore wth) — but definitely Satoru. you’d make him smile like no one else can, and his attempts to be a gentleman for you is always a failure, but he will always keep trying to be charming for you <3

#sorry if i forgot anyone :(#anon. you probably meant just a quick name and that's it #i'm incapable of keeping things simple

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nocturnal-milk-dud · 3 years

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One Last Time--Right?

Pairing: Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa x Reader

Summary: A sleepless night and an unexpected visitor.

Rating: E; NC-17; 18+ only

Warning/notes: look what was just “sitting” in my drafts! Some of it was sitting, some of it still had to be written. I kind of phoned in the smut ngl; based off of this dialogue prompt; language; gun violence, sort of?; blood; unprotected sex (wrap it up); sex toys; biting; excessive use of pet names, idk. I’ll have more Bishop fics in the future so if you’re not on the taglist and you want to be for those let me know.

Word count: 1425

“Oops,” you said after flicking on the living room light, grimacing at the sight of Bishop holding his injured arm.

“You just shot me and that’s all you have to say? ‘Oops’?” Bishop demanded. He winced as he slid out of his kutte and you snapped out of your stupor as you watched his bloodied fingers fumble with his shirt buttons. You set your gun down on the side table and rushed over to him, helping him with his shirt, easing the fabric down over his injured shoulder.

“It’s just a scratch,” you said when you saw the wound, sighing in relief and annoyance. Bishop tossed his shirt on the couch beside his kutte and you hurried into the bathroom for the first aid kit.

“Clearly I should have taken you to the range more,” Bishop said. He was standing in the bathroom doorway in his black tank top, a line of blood running down his left arm.

“So, you’re giving me a hard time for not killing you?” you said, looking at him like he was crazy.

“I’m giving you a hard time for your aim, querida.”

“Don’t call me that,” you grumbled, cleaning the long stripe of blood from his arm and holding pressure against the wound with a clean towel. The air around you felt tight as you realized how close the two of you were. Your bed had been empty for weeks, and the weeks before that had seen a cold space grow between the two of you. The idea that you could end that physical separation with just a small step forward, with the right touch, the right look, made your heart skip a beat.

“What are you doing here anyway?” you asked.

"You left some stuff over at my place. I was bringing it back."

"At one in the morning?" Bishop rubbed his chin with his free hand and looked at the floor.

"I didn't wanna bother you with it," he admitted. "Figured I’d be in and out and you’d sleep right through it.” The two of you were silent as you lingered on the fact that Bishop had tried to avoid you. That if you had been asleep, the only evidence to show he’d been there would have been a bag on the living room floor full of your things. You lifted the towel to check the bleeding.

"Why are you awake?” Bishop asked as he watched you, a curious expression on his face.

“I couldn’t sleep.” You put the towel down and started cleaning and bandaging the wound, trying to ignore the feeling of Bishop’s eyes on you. His gaze had softened and you knew what would happen if you met it. Sleep had never been a problem for you, even when you were stressed or upset. For whatever reason it managed to find you just the same and Bishop knew all of that. He’d commented often on wishing he had that ability.

“Alright,” you said, finishing up, a white bandage placed neatly over the damage. “Just call next time, I promise I won’t bite your head off or whatever you thought was going to happen.”

Bishop stopped you as you went to tuck the first aid kit away.

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” he asked. The question hung in the air between the two of you and you struggled with the answer because there was no good one. Before Bishop showed up you had been tossing and turning, the blanket too hot, the sheets too cold, every part of you wide awake, and a familiar need growing inside you. You had been reaching for your vibrator when you heard the noise and reached for your gun instead. The truth was that without Bishop beside you, sleep was getting harder and harder to find each night. But you weren’t about to admit that.

“I don’t know,” you lied. You went to move around Bishop again but he caught you by the arm and this time you met his eyes. You wished you hadn’t because you were certain he could see everything.

“Bullshit,” Bishop said, bringing you close, your body tight against his. His tongue passed slowly between his lips as his eyes lingered on yours. “You need me, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“No,” you said, but your voice was so weak and pathetic that you scoffed and rolled your eyes at yourself. You repeated the word, firmly that time, but it didn’t matter. A corner of Bishop’s mouth was turned up in a soft smirk, eyebrows raised, his face clearly asking who you were trying to kid. Bishop caressed your cheek and you melted into his touch, eyes closing at the feel of his calloused hand on your skin. You did need Bishop, maybe just for one night. One last night and then the two of you could move on. You felt the brush of his lips and the heat of his breath, the bristle of his mustache on your skin.

“You need me to fuck you to sleep, baby?” Bishop whispered. The only response you could manage was a whimper, the sound cut off by his lips closing around yours. The kiss was hungry, desperate, the two of you needing each other more than you were willing to admit, and Bishop pushed you against the wall, his thigh between your legs, thin panties the only barrier between your clit and the friction you so desperately needed.

“Obispo,” you gasped as you felt his teeth leaving marks on your neck, his hand slipping under your tank top. You caught sight of yourself in the mirror, eyes lust-drunk and heavy, and you pushed away every shred of common sense. You rocked your hips back and forth, moaning in Bishop’s ear at the sensation.

“Look at you,” he said with a chuckle, “that little toy of yours not getting the job done? Need me to show you how to use it?” Bishop pulled away from you, taking your hand in his and leading you back to the bedroom. Lips locked, Bishop made quick work of your clothes and urged you back onto the rumpled bed.

“You’re fucking soaked, baby,” he said as his fingers found your warmth and you whimpered when he took them away, reaching for the top drawer of your bedside table. Bishop leaned down, lips finding yours in a slow, wet kiss and you moaned into his mouth at the feeling of the vibrator pressing against your clit. You rolled your hips, grinding against the toy.

“I want you,” you said through tight gasps, clinging to Bishop. “I wanna feel you.”

“You gotta come for me first, sweetheart,” he said. With his free hand he held you by the chin, and you lost yourself in his warm brown eyes as your chest rose and fell with your frantic breathing. “Come for me.” Your nails dug into his skin, your body tensing up before falling apart under the wave of pleasure, and you slumped limp and heavy into the bed. Bishop tossed the vibrator aside and brought you into a tender kiss, his teeth tugging gently at your bottom lip. You reached out, hands fumbling with his belt and he smiled through the kiss.

“Can’t get away from this dick, can you baby?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you said through a breathy chuckle. Bishop tugged the black tank top over his head, tossing it to a dark corner of the room, and you ran your hands over his chest, craving his closeness, his warmth. You wrapped your legs around him, both of you moaning as he entered you, and you dropped your head back on the pillow.

“God I fucking missed you,” Bishop said, burying his face in your neck and planting wet kisses along your skin. You curled your fingers in his hair, begging him not to stop. Bishop altered his pace, snapping into you faster, his thrusts punctuated by sharp grunts and he slipped his hand between your bodies, finding your sensitive clit. It wasn’t long before another orgasm was sweeping through you, your nails raking his back as his name fell broken from your lips. Bishop’s pace faltered with his last thrust, burying himself deep inside you as he came. He slumped against you, resting his head next to yours on the pillow. The two of you stayed like that, your hand stroking the back of his neck as a calm blanketed you. You turned your head, meeting Bishop’s drowsy gaze.

“Stay,” you whispered.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Taglist: @massivecolorspygiant @chibsytelford @redpoodlern @est1887 @yosoynicolexo @withmyteeth

#bishop losa x reader #obispo losa x reader #bishop losa #mayans mc fic #mayans mc

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tanzaniiite · 4 years

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can i request the trend of tiktok “the faster you get to me the more kisses you get!” with tsukishima, akaashi, bokuto and hinata? 🥺👉👈

“THE FASTER YOU GET TO ME, THE MORE KISSES YOU GET” TREND

w/ tsukishima, akaashi, bokuto, hinata & iwaizumi

requests: OPEN

warnings: talk of pee and poop in iwaizumi’s

a/n: of course you can! thanks for the request! 💓 (also the trend is used more as a prompt than it is as the main focus whoops 🤡)

i added iwaizumi bc he was requested in another ask so i just merged the two. my character limit is still four max!

who gave him the right 🥵

the salt lick himself

this dude is annoyingggg

you already knew what his reaction was gonna be,, so why bother?

welll you just wanted to be like all the other tiktok girls 👉🏽👈🏽

you wait until you see tsukki and yama walking out of the club room and towards you

you’re bracing yourself for the embarrassment

“babe! the faster you get to me, the more kisses you get!”

no shit, he stops in his tracks. yama’s just looking at him like ‘what you finna do?’

you know what he does? turns around and starts walking in THE OTHER DIRECTION

you are… baffled

when finally catch up to him, you’re pouting

“dude, what the hell?”

he glances at you, then flicks your forehead dummy hard

you’re triggered, “did you just flick me?”

this snarky mf is now laughing at you

btw yamaguchi is very uncomfortable rn

tsukishima the leans down, bean pole headass, and kisses your forehead

“sorry i don’t do dumb tik tok trends”

“it’s not dumb! you just didn’t want to kiss me”

he looks at you with an unimpressed look, as if saying, ‘we both know that’s not true’

alas you’re still pouting

yama: “haha this is me, see you guys tmmr” *leaves in awkward*

tsukishima knows your not gonna stop acting like a baby until he gives you what you want

he sighs, walks a couple feet away from you, pulls out his phone and starts recording

“say the thing”

“huh?”

“the trend thing. say it”

your eyes light up so much and tsukki smiles a bit

he’s so soft for you uwu

“the faster you get to me, the more kisses you get!”

because he’s a tall boi, it only takes him a few steps to get to you but when he does, he kisses you hard

like damn, okay sir

when he pulls away you’re flustered asf, he chuckles and stops recording

“happy?”

this poor boy wouldn’t know a tiktok trend if it punched him the face

i hate to say it, but he’s a boomer 😔🤘🏽 just like dadchi

he’s at your house picking you up for a date and your sibling is bombarding him with questions

when you come out, akaashi is like ‘oh thank goodness’

you smile at him, then wack your sibling in their side

“stop bothering him you weirdo!”

“what we’re just having a nice lil chat”

you shake your head and start to walk away but your sibling is holding akaashi back, giving him the typical ‘you hurt her, i kill you’ speech

now you know your boyfriend is great when he’s under pressure but.. this is new territory for him

you remember a trend that you saw a while back and decide to do it now

you know keiji wants your family to like him, so he’ll be conflicted between going to you or staying and listening to your siblings speech

it’s perfect really

so you pull out your phone and start recording

“baby! the faster you get to me, the sooner we can go on our date and the more kisses you’ll get”

my guy just blinks, “it is getting late..”. plus he’s not opposed to the kissing part so he starts to walk towards you

“hey! i’m not done talking to you”

‘that’s true, it would be rude of me to walk away mid conversation… if you could even call it that’ he thinks

you laugh slightly, you can practically see the gears spinning in his head

“keiji come on we don’t have all day”

“don’t you walk away from me”

akaashi sighs loudly. the longer he spends talking to your sibling the less time he has with you. if he walks away, he’s at risk of your sibling hating him. he’s stumped.

suddenly he turns to your sibling, “sorry l/n, we can continue this discussion later. y/n and i have a date that’s very time sensitive. i apologize”

he then walks to you and grabs your hand before walking off

“y’know my crackhead sibling was just mess with you right? you could’ve just walked away”

“i figured, but that’s still rude”

ugh we stan boy who has manners

“so.. um, may i get a kiss now?”

omg he’s so cute i love him 🥺

you grin and pepper his face with a bunch of kisses, making him blush slightly

tbh you don’t even need to ask, this dude is infatuated w/ you

he’ll run to you any day of the week

but what had happened was.. y’all were on a date and bokuto went to go get ice cream

but that was like 15 mins ago and you’re just sitting on the park bench looking like a fool

and ngl you were a little worried bc bokuto is so easy to distract you’re thinking he fell into a pond or something

so you go to look for him and tbh it doesn’t take long cause cmon,, it’s bokuto

he be loud asf

n e ways, there he is in all his glory playing with a German Shepard who looked like it was trying so hard not to bite him

the owner looked nervous asf but was probably too nervous to say something social anixety be like that

bokuto spots you and waves at you frantically

“hey babe! look at this dog! it’s so cute!”

ugh bless him

you send the owner an apologetic look and turn back to bokuto

“it is cute but i think you’re aggravating it.. i don’t want you to get bitten. let’s go”

“it won’t bite me!” *to dog* “right? you’re too good to bite me, yes you are, yes you are”

*inhales* this stubborn kid, so now you got to think of a new tactic

you suddenly remember that bokuto is affectionate x1 mil

he would never miss a chance to be smothered in love

this was as good a time as any to do this trend and save your bf in the process :))

you whip out your phone, “hey baby? the faster you get to me, the more kisses you get”

when i tell you his head SWIVELED

the dude is an owl confirmed 🙌🏽

literally almost trips trying to get to you, now he’s looking at you like an excited puppy ready for pats

the owner gives you thankful look and leaves

bokuto is still staring at you, waiting for his smooches

so you deliver 😌 you grab his face and kiss all around and place a final kiss on his lips

bokuto looks so happy, like he’s smiling so wide rn

all hail tiktok it rly be saving your stupid boyfriend

my bby 🥺

he loves you so so so so much

hinata will do anything for you yes anything

and the feeling is mutual, but sometimes you cannot comprehend what goes on in that mind if his

like,, you could not, for the life of you, understand why he ran into MOVING TRAFFIC

let me tell you what happened

so you were shopping with your friends (and just to clarify y’all were a strip where there’s a bunch of stores on each block)

you guys were just casual walking and then your friend pointed out that it sounded like someone was calling your name

you looked around and there was your orange fuzzy bouncing up and down on the other side of the street

“BABY! BABE! Y/N! LOOK!”

too cute i swear

you smiled and waved, “hi baby!”

“wait until i get across this street imma kiss you so hard!”

cue your friends gagging

you giggle and decide to reference a tiktok cause why not?

“the faster you get to me, the more kisses you can get!”

b-but he thought you were serious

so yes he ran into the middle of a busy street

you are traumatized, paralyzed with fear if you will, you thought your boyfriend was going to die right in front of you

when he finally reached you, you scolded him mother hen mode activated

“why the hell would you do that hinata?!”

uh oh, you used his last name.. not good

“but you said–”

“i was joking!”

oh. now he’s embarrassed and sad bc you’re mad at him

at least he thought you were until you grabbed him and hugged him tightly, “don’t ever do any dumb shit like that again, okay? you scared me”

“i won’t,, but since i did risk my life, can i get a kiss?”

“NO.”

i feel like y’all have a relationship where you guys can be mean(?) to each other w/o getting offended

so you guys are at your house watching Netflix together and he suddenly gets up and leaves your room

“where are you going?”

“gotta piss”

istg i hate the word “piss” but IK he says that instead of “pee”

n e ways you resume watching the show but your bf’s been gone for like 10 mins

you go to the bathroom and knock on the door, “hey, you good in there? it doesn’t take 10 minutes to pee”

you hear him groan, “fuck off”

and then,, it all clicks, “are you constipated?!”

“FUCK OFF”

now you’re laughing your ass of bc what the fuck

“don’t clog my toilet nasty”

“y/n i swear to god if you don’t leave me alone–”

“what? are you gonna fling your doo doo on me?”

you finally stop teasing him and go back to your room

you send him a text, ‘still constipated? 💩’

‘breaking up w/ you is looking mighty tempting rn 🥴’

‘rude 🤧 but hey, the faster you poop, the more kisses you get’

this dude left you on read

and didn’t return until 20 mins later

“damn i know my bathroom stinks now”

“shut up and give me my kisses”

you raise an eyebrow, “i– you took 20 mins”

“okay.. did you want me to get up mid shit and come to you?”

you don’t why but that shit had you cackling, you reach up and pull him close to you

you give him a couple of pecks and a deep kiss

aww he’s smiling 🥺

“i love you my lil doo doo machine”

he pushed you off your bed

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val-made-a-mistake · 3 years

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❝LOVE IN THE DARK.❞

(not my gif)

summary: one world, one people, one love.

warnings: fluff, alcohol, mentions of gore, mentions of nazis, mentions of animal cruelty

word count: 4.3k

a/n: aww. i wrote this fic because i didn’t see anyone appreciating karli like she should be (yeah she blew up a building but i love her okay) and it’s kind of chaos ngl. loosely based off of love in the dark by jessie reyez, but i also reference miami 2017 by billy joel and electricity by silk city.

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SOMEWHERE IN LATVIA

The evening was pretty chill, as far as life with the Flag Smashers went. Karli had started up a little fire by the creek and Billy Joel was playing quietly out of Wyatt’s tinny Bluetooth speaker that had come with the pack of beer bought sometime during the pit stop to Kaunas: everyone was talking, pushing around food on plastic plates, all was well.

You noticed Karli grinning at you as you inhaled your third s’more.

You beamed back with your mouth full. “What?”

She looked away immediately. “Nothing. Just looking, that’s all.”

“Oh.” You peeled your mouth away from the graham cracker. “You want this next one to be yours?”

“Eurgh, no. Chocolate makes me sick.”

“Oh my god, and you never told me?”

You gasped overdramatically. “I’ve been runnin’ with you guys for how long?”

Eight months. You thought you’d withstand the Blip when it came for your family in Moscow, but upon watching your mother succumb to tuberculosis, you’d had different plans— emotional, determined plans, and you’d been moving from place to place ever since, trusting next to no one, daring looks becoming your secret language and your legs ready to dash if anyone saw you graffitiing another GRC poster. That was how you came in handy for the Flag Smashers. Karli had to pick between you or Wyatt to receive the last dose of super soldier serum in Madripoor; she picked Wyatt as she trusted you too much. Spreading the word is just as important, she’d told you. Actually, Mama Donya said everything else is expendable.

“You can never know someone completely,” Karli admitted, staring at the ground now— sheepishly. That was out of character for her.

You went to open your mouth again, but you heard a tinkle of piano and looked around. It was coming from the speaker.

“Oh yeah!” Wyatt reached over and flicked a dial, turned it up. “They turned our power down!”

“And drove us underground!” another responded, pumping his fist in the air. The music was dangerously loud, you knew someone might hear you out here, but too many people had already joined in, and you as well.

“But we went right on with the show...oh...”

“Seen the lights go out on Broadway,” you murmured to Karli, nudging her with your elbow, “You ever been to Broadway?”

She shook her head. “Never been to New York.”

“Oh.”

You munched thoughtfully on a slab of sour chocolate. “My dad took me there once.”

“Really? What’s it like?”

You yanked your marshmallow out of the way of a particularly high flame and estimated it would only take a few more minutes to cook completely, it was already turning golden.

“Loud. Lotta people. Kept forgetting my MetroCard,” you replied quietly. “But I got to see a show. Pretty sure it was what made my dad go broke.”

Karli laughed hollowly. “Sounds like you had wonderful parents.”

You shrugged, sliding your marshmallow off of the stick. “They were convenient.”

She stared at you for a long minute, and for a moment there was only merry music in the background and people conversing. Her hair was quite beautiful when she twisted it into a braid like that, you noticed, even though the red coils were escaping in tufts across her forehead.

“To keep the memory alive...” Billy Joel sang, and you jolted out of it.

You went to smush the marshmallow between the cracker and chocolate, but Karli stopped you. “What the heck. Give it.”

You raised your eyebrow and handed her the gooey marshmallow without complaint.

She bit into it and smiled again. “Delicious.”

Now you were the one staring. “Dork.”

Unfortunately, Wyatt sauntered over and sat between you on the leaf-strewn ground, breaking your little moment. “Hey guys. Nice night, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Karli answered, looking away, and you gazed up at the moon instead.

“Mama Donya said that a full moon means good luck,” you commented, sitting up straighter as the knife that had been thrown into your heart twisted, “A full moon symbolizes the height of power.”

Karli bit her lip and swallowed thickly. “When the rebels gather.”

“I miss her already,” Wyatt put in quietly.

“If she were here, she’d have told Y/N to stop eating s’mores two hours ago,” Karli laughed, and you paused in the middle of sticking yet another marshmallow on the twig. “Really, dude?”

Wyatt stared at you flatly. “She’s right. You should at least try to ration those.”

Without breaking eye contact, you pried the marshmallow off the stick and stuck it all in your mouth uncooked.

“Wow, hardcore.”

You winked. “You know it.”

Wyatt looked at you long and hard— you tried not to notice the way Karli’s eyebrows knitted together and sprang apart in a fluid motion— but shook himself out of it. “I mean it, okay? We all know Karl’s the boss, but if I were her...”

He glanced over at Karli this time. “I wouldn’t stay in Riga much longer.”

She pressed her lips together at this, thinking hard. “I believe I’m thinking along the same lines.”

“Where is there to go?” you put in softly.

When she looked back at you, you could’ve sworn her eyes glittered.

“Anywhere, if you’re brave enough.”

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SOMEWHERE IN FINLAND

Sipping a tequila in a bar just off the Baltic Sea, you watched as a group of Flag Smashers danced, trying desperately to fit in with the crowd so Karli could take whatever she wanted and get the hell out of there. Loss hung heavy on your mind now— it had been around a week since the group had lost Nico to the Captain America shield, and a little less since you’d had the time to mourn. You hadn’t known him all that well, but whenever he did talk, he seemed to know what you were thinking before you’d said it, and you’d appreciated that connection.

“Hey,” a stranger said, sliding up to you in what he clearly felt was a suave way, “What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”

You surveyed him with your lips still wrapped around the glass. “Fuck off.”

The stranger’s face fell, but he didn’t go away.

“I’m not looking for company,” you hissed, and sure, it was a little overaggressive, but with some of the things John Walker had said to Karli, you had more than enough reason to be afraid of anyone who came your way, right? Now that Nico was dead, you were her most trusted member of the crew.

“Fine, fine...”

“Bitch,” you heard him mutter as he walked away. You downed your drink and signalled the bartender for another one.

Just like that, Karli appeared beside you, her hood covering up most of her face. “I got the money.”

She opened up a sliver of briefcase to reveal a cascade of dollars inside. “I haven’t bought us enough time. We need to go.”

“We’re going,” you muttered under your breath, trying to cancel that tequila order, “Okay, we’re going.”

To your surprise, as you both stormed away from the bar, the gang of Flag Smashers following your lead, Karli swapped out the hand on the briefcase to grip your wrist.

You could’ve sworn she heard your gasp, but—

BANG!

A gunshot ripped through the air, you whipped around just in time to see Wyatt go down, and the mask was on your face in seconds.

///////

SOMEWHERE IN SWEDEN

Another country, another funeral.

The most you could manage for Wyatt was giving his body the final push underwater; your vision had blurred with tears so intense someone had to refrigerate a spoon back at camp to stop the swelling of your eyes. Meanwhile, Karli had gone into some kind of shock. Her numbers were disappearing fast and the GRC was relentless in tightening borders, everyone affiliated with the Flag Smashers was on the cusp of losing. It was only a rumour circulating around the base, but apparently she’d gone out and killed a rabbit with her bare hands, by herself in the woods, and brought it back for everyone to eat. You understood the need to kill something.

When the days finally slowed, you found yourself sitting in your tent, hearing the breeze waft through the enclosure and feeling it tickle you through your comfiest pair of pyjamas. It was the first time since Finland you’d changed out of your clothes.

“Hey.”

You looked up, startled: Karli had poked her head inside of the tent.

“Hey,” you responded curtly.

“Can I come in?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Technically you’re already in.”

“I know, just...”

You fumbled with the zipper, and as soon as it was fully undone, she fell inside. Trying to keep some form of grace, she brushed a coil of hair out of the way and braced herself on her elbows. “Hey.”

You weren’t about to say “hey” a fourth time, but you weren’t confident enough to ask what was wrong with her either, so all you said was, “What’s up?”

Karli grimaced. “This rain has been putting out everyone’s fires, I got night watch eating Takis and breadcrumbs. Hope it ends soon.”

Night watch was always nasty no matter what the weather, you flinched just thinking about it. “It’ll all work out soon though, right? The gears are turning without us pulling them.”

“The gears are turning without us pullin’ ‘em,” she repeated, and looked at you in that strange way once more. “I think you’re right.”

Still wondering if the need for reassurance was a side effect of her grief, you said, “I know I am, Karl.”

She stared at the floor of the tent.

“Do you think I’d be a good Captain America?” she asked suddenly.

You tilted your head. “You’re not American.”

You watched rather nervously as Karli unbuckled her sleeve and flexed her arm. She was definitely firmer since she’d taken the serum, the stolen clothes that hung off her previously fit her now, but she also wasn’t anything like how Steve Rogers had come out in the 40s.

“Yeah,” she said plainly, “Maybe not. Don’t want to get citizenship, either. But - what if we became superheroes? After this is over and the world’s changed? Y’know, I once thought I’d be Professor Morgenthau before the Blip, now I’m not so sure.”

Her eyes were filling up with some kind of dancing starlight now. “But I do know that we can do anything.”

You narrowed your eyes. “We?”

Karli rolled hers. “Yeah. I mean, Steve Rogers had the Winter Soldier, Mr America, I - I mean, and - and Walker had, um-”

She cleared her throat awkwardly.

“They were calling him Battlestar in the news, remember? We can be just like that, but cooler. Think of it, Flag Smasher and-”

You opened your mouth and closed it, trying to find a name.

“Just ‘the Best’ with a period at the end of it,” you decided. “‘The Best.’”

Karli burst into laughter, and you smiled at her noise. You knew she always tried to sound tough, and she was tough, but whenever she laughed like that you realized how young she was. Not much older than you, you guessed.

“We’re gonna rule the world,” she grinned. Your smile grew weaker.

“Why don’t we focus on today instead?” you suggested. “C’mon, you should get some sleep. We gotta be on the road by tomorrow morning.”

Her lips parted— she looked so much like a doe— but she smiled, accepting it, and went for the flap of the tent. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Karli.”

“Let Wyatt and Mama Donya watch over your dreams.”

///////

SOMEWHERE IN ESTONIA

Back of a van, running on fumes both literally and physically. You’d downed what felt like a litre of sugary coffee that afternoon, feeling exhausted with every part of your body screaming for sleep, but you ignored it. You hadn’t slept in a week, you couldn’t. John Walker was now officially on your ass— he’d identified you as someone close to Karli, and your face apparently stuck out in a crowd, you weren’t sure if it was a backhanded compliment or not. Whichever, now you walked everywhere with a shotgun concealed under your armpit.

“What the fuck, man,” said the new guy in the most annoying Californian accent, “Can’t we just stop for gas, man?”

Karli glared at him. “You’re about this close to being left for dead.”

Your jaw hurt from how forcefully you’d clenched the inside of your mouth.

“Got word on the safehouse,” said Aminah from up front: she adjusted her hijab and beamed back at them. “They’re letting us in.”

Everyone around you gaped.

“Seriously?” someone asked.

“Seriously,” she affirmed.

Despite the obvious fatigue, everyone cheered and hugged the person closest to them: you wrapped your arms around a Madripoor native while Karli embraced someone you’d picked up in Riga. Maybe it was just a trick of the light, but he suddenly looked a lot like Wyatt. You’d been seeing his face everywhere lately.

“Oh my fuckin’ god,” you slurred. “Thank you, Mama Donya.”

“Thank you Mama Donya!” Karli exclaimed after you, bringing up the rear as everyone trooped out to the village.

///////

The water pressure in the bathroom was weak and lukewarm and the linen in the bedroom was scratchy, but you were grateful to have a bed to lie on after so many days of being on your feet. Even if it meant sharing a room with seven other people, three on the floor, two strung up on hammocks, and the last two on the beds.

And yet it was one of those horrible instances where you were so grateful to fall asleep, but you’d had your eyes open for so long you simply couldn’t. Your brain couldn’t get the memo. You heard everyone else drift asleep, you heard Aminah clicking her flashlight on and off in the other room, poised for night watch, and still you were awake as ever.

The hours passed by.

Your eyes were watering as you stared up at the ceiling. Go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep—

You felt a hand drift to your shoulder and you automatically lunged for your attacker’s throat.

“It’s just me!” Karli whisper-shouted, and you let go of her throat immediately.

“What are you doing still up?” you whisper-shouted back.

You squinted: in the dim light, you could see her silhouette shrugging. “I haven’t been awake as long as you, I can handle it.”

You felt a finger rest on your cheek. “You should get to sleep, though.”

“You scared the shit of me, so I dunno if I can anymore,” you mumbled, massaging your temples. You preferred not to ask why she was touching you. “Hold on, I’m getting up...”

You propped yourself on your elbows and fumbled for the band on your wrist: you’d been tossing and turning all night, so you rather Karli not see the atrocious state your hair was in.

“What’s your plan for Estonia?” you decided to ask as someone in the room gave an extra loud snore.

“Run and hope we don’t trip,” she responded coolly.

“Yeah, should’ve known...”

You felt Karli lean in close. “I’d also like to give you the honours of killing John Walker.”

“What?”

“He might think he has everything under control, but we’re the hunters, he’s the fox. It’s only a matter of time before we corner him, or he corners us.”

“Or we corner each other?”

“Yeah, exactly.”

You bit your lip. “Why me?”

“He killed Nico and he threatened my girl. I think she should do it, really drives the point home. We’re unstoppable.”

Your lips parted at my girl.

“I suck at killing people,” you said instead.

This was true. You could throw knives fairly well and knew how to shoot your gun, but whenever you were forced to murder, your blade always struck a few inches under your victim’s heart, and then you had to either watch them bleed out or slit their throat. If you just aimed right the first time, the death would’ve been instantaneous.

“Yeah, but I’m already envisioning it. It shouldn’t be a heat of the moment thing, it’s always better when you relish it,” Karli replied.

You cocked your head to the side. “You sound absolutely insane.”

“I’m starting to think everything about this is insane, honestly.”

Silence fell— the kind of shuddering silence where feeling brewed stronger than ever, it won out over that calculating silence. And with feeling like this, you could almost hear it through the broken thrum of the AC.

There was literally no other reason to do it, but you leaned over, gripped the nape of her neck, and kissed her.

You couldn’t see anything, couldn’t tell if her eyes were open or not, all you knew was her lips were soft and they made a soft pop noise when you drew away.

“Sorry,” you said immediately. “I - I dunno what came over me-”

“No, don’t be,” Karli said wildly, “It’s - it’s-”

“I - um - what?”

You stared at each other.

“Sorry,” she muttered. “That was - it’s just that - that was, um, my first.”

“Oh my god, I’m so sor-“

You couldn’t finish the sentence because she’d already leaned over and kissed you back.

Brimming with exhaustion wasn’t exactly the state you saw yourself in when you finally gained enough confidence to kiss Karli, but you felt your tiredness slip away at her touch.

You heard the pop noise again— felt it, really.

“Thanks,” she mumbled. “I - I’ve always wanted to do that.”

You felt a tap on your nose. “Now go to sleep.”

///////

SOMEWHERE IN GERMANY

You felt her arms around you before you saw her.

“I got you ice cream,” Karli exclaimed, holding a cone in front of your face.

“Oh my god, hi,” you replied, taking it from her and whipping around. “What flavour is this?”

“Banana,” she responded. “Walked past a stand and I couldn’t resist.”

“Aw, cool. Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

Life with Karli after the Estonian safehouse had been very blurry. You suspected she was keeping things ambiguous on purpose, never wanting to put a label on things, never wanting to show the others that she held you in much higher, much more suspicious regard, and for the most part, it was working. You were shot somewhere near Hamburg, she tended your wounds quietly at night, siphoned away the pain faster than anyone else could. Love in the dark.

A lot of the time, you couldn’t hold enough of it in your hands, because you couldn’t see it. You’d lived in darkness, sure, knew how to trust the silhouettes of people without seeing them fully, but that didn’t mean this lack was lonely sometimes.

“What are we doing this afternoon?” you asked as you walked along the cobbled street, running your tongue along the dripping soft serve.

“I have some of my guys running around Berlin,” Karli answered. “Unless you wanna rob a bank, today should pass quietly.”

The words I wanna rob a bank were on the tip of your tongue, but you swallowed them. “Okay.”

You reached into the bag hanging off your shoulder and took out Wyatt’s old Bluetooth speaker. You figured he would’ve wanted you to have it; you actually tolerated his Billy Joel rants. “You think I can get good WiFi out here?”

Karli shrugged. “Dunno. Tonight, maybe?”

//////

You’d lit a few candles next to the Bluetooth speaker in some kind of attempt at a Wyatt shrine, you hoped the other Flag Smashers would know what you were getting at. The most you’d managed for flowers were a few dandelions you’d pulled outside of the safehouse, the treasurer of the Flag Smashers was supposed to get a better bouquet of flowers at the market and still hadn’t returned.

Karli stood beside you. “Looks good.”

You were scrolling through your phone for songs now. “I feel like it could be better.”

“I don’t think he would’ve wanted anything too extravagant, though. Plus, it’s not a full moon out.”

She stepped outside to look at the rising moon, and you followed her: she was indeed right.

You grinned in spite of yourself. “You remembered that?”

“I remember everything.” She shot you a smile as you stepped back inside.

BANG!

You both nearly jumped out of your skeletons, but it was only Aminah, struggling to get a folding table through the front door.

You darted to help her automatically; Karli checked her watch. “I should get changed!”

“You have a change of clothes?” you squawked, cuing into Aminah’s signal to lug it left.

“You get ice cream, I get this,” she called back.

Unfortunately, more people were coming in the door.

“Help me with the groceries!” said someone.

You obliged.

//////

Half past ten and you were applying extra sticky lip gloss in the mirror while a very weird combination of modern day dance music and blues played outside the bathroom door. You were convincing yourself you weren’t totally panicking to see Karli in whatever she was wearing, so you covered yourself as much as possible: one of your mom’s old shirts, your leather jacket over your favourite hoodie, jeans ripped at the knees, and your mud-stained shoes you wore no matter what was polite in whichever country you found yourself in. Your theory was that if you covered up as much skin as possible, she wouldn’t see you shaking.

You took a deep breath and brushed your hair out of the way— you could hear a Beatles song fade out into something new.

Trying to force your face into an unbothered expression, you stepped outside.

You automatically spotted Karli across the room, eating Ritz crackers and deep in conversation with one of the men that had taken the serum with her a few months ago, Matthew, and your breath vanished.

She hadn’t done anything special with her hair or otherwise put on any jewelry, but she was wearing a shabby mauve-grey dress, and it was the only excuse your vision needed to completely explode in colour.

Your chest tightened like beautiful, golden sunlight had burst in your heart.

“Hey!” you exclaimed, sidestepping over. “You look beautiful.”

“Same to you.” Karli offered you a Ritz cracker; you took it.

You nodded at Matthew and he nodded back.

“I was just telling Karli the situation in Berlin,” he said.

“What’s going on?” you asked, mentally trying to squish your completely out-of-control heart back to where it was normally was in your chest. It was somewhere in your throat now.

“The bill for a GRC-funded special ops squad got through today,” Matthew explained grimly, “Exclusively in Germany. Not good for us.”

“Modern day Gestapo,” Karli muttered, grabbing another Ritz packet from the basket. No one could have buffets on the run, so the Flag Smashers were reduced to buying any unrefrigerated snacks at any store they could find.

“No one can change laws right away, unfortunately, so I was thinking about organizing a protest,” said Matthew. “We all gather outside City Hall, signs maybe, no guns this time, and we shout until they hear us.”

Aminah happened to be passing by in this moment.

“Oh, I like this song!” she exclaimed. “Dance with me!”

And so she grabbed the Flag Smasher closest and started for the centre of the room. You watched as they went.

“You’re right,” you said determinedly, turning back to Matthew. “Name a date and place, I’ll be there. They’re not gonna suffocate us.”

“That’s my girl,” he said casually, bringing out his flip phone to check a new message, and Karli smiled anxiously.

“Dance with me?” she asked, and a bit taken aback, you nodded.

“You give me a feeling, feeling so strong…”

You couldn’t find the beat, so you were reduced to awkwardly moving your arms around as Karli let her dress swish, much more graceful. Laughing, she took your hand and twirled you.

You whipped around and twirled her right back: you saw a flash of white teeth and laughed like an idiot.

“I know you’ve been treating, treating yourself wrong...”

More people were joining in now: they stayed where they were in their conversations, but you could see their heads moving to the beat.

“Imma love you differently, give you electricity…”

You did some goofy variation of finger guns at her and she instinctively did them back.

“And even if I could I wouldn’t turn on you, and I would stop the world for you…”

Then Aminah was there, and you twirled her around, which turned into her twirling Karli around, and all of a sudden there was this weird system with half a dozen other people spinning and laughing and singing.

You found Karli’s hand and spun her around, to more of the giggles suited for someone much younger.

“This love has no ceiling, I cannot deny…”

“C’mon!” you heard her saying, and you were bouncing together, which quickly progressed to stumbling into walls, and before you knew it she’d pressed soft, smiling lips to yours.

You let out a noise— “Mmph!” — and backed into the hallway.

“In here, in here,” Karli said breathily, and punched the door open with her elbow. The handle flew into the wall with a loud CRUNCH— even though she’d taken the serum months ago, she was clearly still adjusting to the effects.

So incredibly caught up in your body’s warm explosion, you hurried inside and nearly tripped over your own feet, magnificently stubbing your toe in the process.

“Ow!”

“Shhh,” she whispered, prying the door out of the wall and closing it more gently.

Your mouths were connected before you knew it, and you revelled in the feeling. She was pushing you down gently, and you let her, snaking a hand around her waist.

“I love you,” you whispered senselessly, and Karli stiffened.

For a moment you regretted it as the awkwardness seeped in.

“You love me?” she asked hesitantly as she gazed down at you.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Unconditionally.”

When she kissed you again, you felt a smile on her lips.

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in my arms | jisung x reader |

Pairing: self insert, female reader x han jisung

Genre: fluff n smut

Warnings: switch!reader, switch!jisung, established relationship, explicit language, oral (m&f giving and receiving), teasing, body praise, pretty dang fluffy ngl, cum swallowing, back scratching

Word count: 2.3k

this drabble is inspired by jisung’s most recent vlog where he was just chillin’ and being so soft and cozy I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it huhu I hope that you enjoy my first post ever ♡

“You’re not falling asleep are you?” You gently nudge jisung’s head where it was resting on your shoulder. You didn’t have the heart to tell him, but you had spent the last 20 minutes or so trying to ignore the pins and needles that the weight gave your arm.

“--nO!” He squeaked, then rather sleepily rose his head leaving you to try to shake your arm back to life in the least conspicuous way possible.

“I though you said that this was your favorite movie?” You brushed a few rogue strands of his warm brown hair out of his eyes, letting your fingers linger for a moment to savor its addictive softness.

Jisung pouted while he fixed his baggy white tee collar which had fallen under his collarbones. His eyes didn’t catch you sneaking a peak.

“I wouldn’t sleep through my favorite movie.”

“Really?” You cocked an eyebrow up with a growing smile, meeting his eyes which had become as baggy as his shirt.

“Didn’t I tell you? I’m pretty sure that I know every line from that movie; I used to watch it all the time growing up.”

You chuckled a little at his oh-so-common habit of forgetting the little things. “I’m pretty sure you have told me that before.”

“And I told you how I wanted to learn the piano song as well? And--”

“--and it was too hard for you to learn?” You snickered, “You’ve told me that as well. Someone’s sleepy brain needs to get some rest...can you put the laptop over on the desk for me real quick?”

“Sure.” He nodded, and tore off the fluffy down comforter off of the two of you. You had wished that he had given a warning considering the sudden blast of cold air that met your bare legs when he did so. At the same time, you could never stay mad at him for long, not when he looked like that.

Jisung looked perfectly cuddly in that moment--even more so than usual. His long white tee made it look like he wasn’t wearing his boxers at all, and his hair was perfectly tussled into an adorable looking mess from resting on you. You looked down to his legs and all you wanted was to have them entangled with yours. He turned to return back to bed when you noticed that the little mole on his right collarbone had made an appearance. You made a note to give it a kiss as soon as you got the chance.

As soon as Jisung was back in the bed where it was all toasty, everything felt right again. “Reach the light?

“M’kay.” You answered to twist the switch.

Once all of the lights were off, the two of you sunk into each other, completely wrapped up as close as you possibly could be, skin on skin, the softness of fabric; you could feel him gently breathing from where he had pulled your head into his chest.

He sighed deeply, exhaling. You were half expecting him to concede and tell you that he really was feeling tired, when he whispered the exact opposite. “Well now that I’m awake I can’t fall back asleep.”

“But I thought you said you weren’t sleeping...?” You let out a breathy laugh which made him draw you in closer.

“Shhhh.” He hushed. Jisung then took his hands to the back of your head where he began to play with your hair, massaging your scalp slightly. The sensation was amazingly relaxing and you started to feel your own eyes grow heavy...

You whispered into the dark room, “Mmm that feels so nice.”

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I...heh...don’t get mad at me for this one but...I’m kind of...you know...”

You pulled your head back, knowing exactly what he meant.

“Right now?”

“...yeah.”

“Is there like a reason, or something? I mean, I wasn’t really doing anything--”

“--There doesn’t need to be a reason...honestly.” Even in the dark of the room you could feel his little nervous smile. “But I mean, we’re in bed, and I’ve got you: so soft and warm all around me, in my arms...are you surprised? You just do that to me.” Jisung’s hand migrated over to rest on your cheek, carefully caressing it with his thumb.

The more that he talked about it, the more you lost yourself in him...as usual. He really had an effect on you as well. You suddenly became even more aware of your legs intertwined and the pressure it created.

“We don’t have to, or-or we could keep it short, I know that you have work tomorrow.”

“Are you trying to convince me to mess around with you right now?” You asked with a creeping smirk in the corner of your mouth.

Jisung shied his head away slightly. “Kind of.”

Upon his words you felt it. Down where you had nearly straddled your legs around him, he was growing harder and you could feel him lightly throbbing. It was a lot to show just for talking.

His breaths quickened and he pulled your head in closer to his, ghosting his lips over yours letting his hot breath tickle your skin. You knew that he was aching to touch you, and you, him.

Jisung whispered on your lips, “Do you want to?”

Your response was quickly given to him when you crashed your lips into his, and he returned with so much hunger, you could have thought that he hadn’t been kissed in months--but of course that wasn’t true. The truth was you could never keep your lips off of him. He knew what it was like and how diligent you could be, making sure that he was covered in them, nothing untouched, and it drove him crazy.

You swung your leg over his hip, and pulled him into you with your thigh as he grabbed a huge handful of your skin to steady himself. His fingernails dug into you with a delightful sting, and you kept working on his mouth, dragging your lips over his both slow and fast, whatever he wanted, it was what you did. Your tongues met in the middle of the heat and slicked over each other with a taste that sent you reeling. Jisung moved his hands to your back where they snuck up your shirt and he traced gentle lines all over. To sweeten it all, you grinded down into his lap, seeking a sensation that your now soaked underwear craved.

“--fuck.” Jisung gasped into your mouth.

He hastily tugged your shirt to the side, lending eager hands to fondle your breasts while his lips never left yours. He had decided to slow down his pace a little bit as he ran over your mouth more, being careful like he didn’t want to scare you. His fingers started to twist your nipples lightly and they quickly hardened. Below your hips, your whole core started to whine with desire for the warmth of his mouth to give it attention. Jisung pinched your bud just right, and it sent you gasping for air against him.

“You like that?” He jested for a second, even you could still see his bright smile in the darkness of the room.

You nodded quickly, hoping he would keep going if you said less.

“God.” He marveled at you for a minute. “You’re just so--”

“--Are you about to say something cheesy Han Jisung?” You lifted your arms to trace the outlines of his shoulder blades behind him, giggling.

“You’re everything.” He leaned down to plant a kiss on your forehead before letting his hands get back to work. He buried his head into your neck, fluttering kisses everywhere that he could only pausing to suck lightly. “You’re...my...everything.” He got out between kisses.

“You’re my...Jisung...” You tugged at his back while he kept flicking your sensitive buds between his fingers. When he was doing so you couldn’t keep your thoughts straight. You wanted so badly to tell him a million words and more about how he was your whole world too, but all you could manage was, “Please...more.”

“You want more baby?”

“Ye--”

He swooped down to bring his mouth to your hard bud, twisting his tongue around it while he cupped it too. With his tongue flat he looked up to you with his gorgeous brown eyes. From how good he was at just this, you could feel yourself getting closer by the second. Your legs crossed tightly to try and relieve some of the pressure. You scraped your nails up his back, getting impatient and eliciting a low groan from him.

“I’m ready.” You prompted and he immediately knew what you wanted, you didn’t even have to say a word.

Jisung cascaded kisses down your stomach, giving some well planned ones to your waist when he got there to give special attention the the stretch marks there. Ever since you had mentioned not liking them, he couldn’t keep his lips off them.

“Gorgeous.” He calmly said, and settled between your thighs.

Your body jerked when he took his thumb to lightly rub circles into your clit, bringing little moans and gasps from your lips. Jisung mischievously snickered to himself over the power that he held over you. He would stop rubbing every few seconds just to hear you whine. At last he pulled your underwear from your legs and you felt the touch of his fingers directly on your clit; he used his other hand to pull your leg back, digging into it like before and it made your whole body shiver. At this point, you had absolutely no control over the sounds coming from your mouth. Wherever he touched, you felt electric.

He darted his pointed tongue around your clit in circles, then would switch to lapping at it agonizingly slow. Over time, your whimpers became more and more desperate.

“Do you wanna cum?” He asked with cockiness laced in his voice.

Your thighs had began to shake without warning. “Ye-yes.”

“Then do it. Cum for me.” Jisung commanded, returning back to his work.

Your mind went completely blank once your orgasm hit you hard. It came it waves, and it only made you shake harder.

After a little chuckle in spite of himself, he brought himself back up to give you more kisses, holding your face is his hands once again.

You came down, feeling more energized than before, and even more desperate to do one thing.

“Your turn.” You commanded of him now, shoving him to his back, leaving a surprised look on his adorably squirrel-like face.

You hastily pulled his shirt up to ravage his chest with your mouth, dragging your burning lips all over the skin and tasting every bit of him that you could. From the sensation he appeared to melt into the bed, taking in shaky inhales while he tangled his fingers in your hair. Just a bit farther down, he was still throbbing under his boxers.

“You ready?” You quickly asked, and he nodded back, teeth catching his bottom lip.

He helped you snag off his boxers, revealing his dripping member pink and ready. You thought to yourself how it just was just so fucking cute when he was excited like that. Instinctually your mouth started to gather with saliva. You decided to use your hand first, pumping it slow and hard, just as you knew that he liked it.

“oh shit--” He moaned out. The words got caught a little in his throat, and that only made him sound even more heavenly.

His eyes were closed, but yours were drawn to him as you kept going. Watching him like this made you feel a surge of confidence that was like a drug. You could do this to him.

“m-more.”

“Look who is asking for more now?” You grinned.

“Y/n. please. You’re driving me fucking crazy.” His grip tightened on your head.

“You want it like this?”

Without a warning you brought your mouth down to the tip and started licking around it in long strokes and bringing it in just slightly, you didn’t want him feeling all of you just yet.

“oh god.”

“Feels good?”

“Yes. Fuck yes. Just--keep going.”

You teased him for just a little longer than you usually did, just to see what would happen. Of course you should have expected, the longer you waited, the more of a mess he became.

“Y/n, fuck, please.”

You finally caved. “Well since you asked so nicely.”

You brought your head all the way down, taking him completely in and squeezing with your hand just as hard. You hollowed your throat down to take in as much of him as you could without gagging: over the past few months you had perfected it.

“shit-I’m close.” Jisung hissed and buckled his hips.

You took his announcement as an indicator to speed up, so you did. Jisung’s moans and frustrated sighs fueled you further with how beautiful and downright erotic as they sounded. When he came it was unreal, his breaths were so fast one after the other it was almost like he was suffocating with his own pleasure. You held him firmly in your mouth as he finished throbbing, not sacrificing one drop.

As soon as he had a moment to breathe, he pulled you back into his arms and attacked you with kisses all over your face, it didn’t matter where; he was smiling through every one of them. He would pull back then to admire you one more time and your hair which was now in knots thanks to his grip from before.

“that was...”

“Amazing?”

“Yes.” He grinned and gave you a peck to your forehead. “And now I’m tired. I guess we succeeded in more ways than one.”

The two of you put your clothes back on from the light of phone flashlights then crawled back in, sweeping the comforter over top of you once again.

“Jisung?” you nuzzled into him, inhaling his comforting scent all around you.

“Mmm?”

“You’re my everything too.”

#skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids #jisung x reader #jisung x y/n #han smut #han jisung smut #stray kids imagine #stray kids drabble #kpop smut #kpop imagine #kpop drabble #i hope that it was a fun time hehe #my first post ever uwu #switch reader #switch jisung #i LIVE for switch Jisung

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milkacchan · 4 years

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Request for anon: Fav boys with an S/O that's usually a hardass but has a moment of just 'oh my god that's so fucking cute' that they start crying??

Bakugou:

• Listen, you weren't totally against showing emotion but you really only showed two

• Frustration and 'happiness'

• Aka you laughed a lot but had no problem blowing up on someone

• No one had ever seen you outside of those two moods

• Half the class just assumed you never got sad or anything

• The other half assumed you never really had a reason too but maybe one day you'd snap

• Crying? You? Off the table.

• You're not capable of it

• They'd seen you detach yourself from things without a second thought

• CRAZY how you and Bakugou actually WORKED together in a relationship

• To be honest Bakugou doesnt even know if he's seen you cry

• He figures he'll see it eventually

• And he's right :)

• Bc one day you two are walking ahead if the bakusquad

• And theres this fucking puppy

• And it's so small

• Its a lil weiner dog

• And an audible rasp is ripped out of your throat followed by a small 'oh my god'

• His head fuckin WHIPS around• And he's met with you tearing up as you stare at this small dog and his mouth d r o p a

• This??? This is what it takes for you to cry????

• You put a hand over your mouth, mumbling something else and Bakugou is having a stroke

• You're like full crying now

• There are t e a r s

• He moves a little closer, wrapping and arm around your shoulder

• "Are you seriously crying over a dog right now?"

No words. You just nod.

• He accepts it

• No questions asked

• Bakusquad is what you call

• V fuckin confused

• "I want a puppy," you mumbled, breathing uneven.

"I know,"

"Katsu he was so tiny,"

"I know,"

• Cue more crying

Izuku:

• Hard ass 100%

• emotionally constipated on the Bakugou level

• emotion what's that??

• Idk

• Neither do you apparently

• You were just chilling most of the time

• Just- looking really blank

• never really felt comfortable with showing a lot of emotion

• People could use that against you

• call you week-

• You didn't want that

• you were dating the new symbol of peace, you had to keep up

• This happens during a rescue

• You get people out and once you're standing on the sidelines, the fight over- this little boy runs up to you, hugging your legs

• Thank your's are falling out of his mouth and he looks teary eye'd

• He puts his hands up and makes grabby hands and you immediately pick him up

• You kiss his forehead, your hold on the child tightening

• I mean at this point you're crying too

• Bc he was so damn cute

• Even with all the dirt on his face

• And Izuku is just standing there

• baffled

• bc you

• the person who was literally STABBED four times and kept a straight face the whole time about a year ago

• is crying over a child saying thank you

• He takes care of the press- and whatever else he needs to before slowly making his way over to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

• The boy was still in your arms

• "You okay princess?"

"Fine, thanks,"

• New image for the press!!

• You went from known for no emotion to Oh my god they have emotion????

• ur v upset about it

Hitoshi:

• He know you cant express emotions exactly how you want

• you'd told him it always felt weird and uncomfortable

• Especially letting other people see it

• Deadass took him 3 months after the initial four you guys were dating to pry that out of you

• He's never really minded though

• he just wants you to feel comfortable and be okay

• So he's always gone along with the casually mean laugh a lot vibe you've had

• But one day

• one faithful day

• you two are walking after an icecream date

• And you see these 2 little kittens in a beat up box

• you GASP and your hand immediately leaves his as you jog over

• And you coo at them, picking them up, one in each hand

• He's behind you when the water works start

• "Toshi...they're so cute-" you sniff

"Are you crying?"

"No- Yeah, just look at them. They're so tiny, they're gonna die out here alone,"

"Oh my god babe,"

"Toshi we have to take them back."

"I don't know if we can do that, we can take them to a shelter-"

• you're full on sobbing now, a blubbering and hiccuping mess

• he feels like he's gonna pass out

• what's he supposed to do

• you chose now to start crying??

• "No-No because they might end up on the street again and they need love, toshiiiii-" you whine out

• So he hugs you from behind, using one hand to pet the cat in your left hand. "Okay, we'll take them back. We can talk to Aizawa sensei."

• he presses a gentle kiss to your neck

• You def apologize later for crying in front if him, almost refusing to look him in the eye

• He flicks you and tells you to do it more often

Sero:

• hardass?? Yes and no

• You vibe

• you just chill and go with the punches

• but GOD do you refuse affection and basic human emotion.

• It took him 3 MONTHS to convince you to go out with him

• That he wasn't going to hurt you or judge you

• 3 MONTHS

• And what felt like fucking forever for you to accept his advances for affection

• He's so patient with you, you'll never find another man like this

• pls keep him forever

• Anyway now yall just vibe together

• But he's never seen you upset tbh

• And he's never seen you cry

• You push all that down, constantly just staying in a place of whatever

• He's a little concerned about it ngl

• but he doesn't know how to really help it

• Has deadass secretly been reading books about it

• Anyway

• One day y'all are chilling

• You're in his room

• he's at his desk- looking over an essay that was due the next day and you were in his hammock, already having finished it

• But he was bopping

• he had an earbud in one ear and he was mumbling along with the song, bopping his head and moving around in his chair, randomly bursting out a lyric here and there

• And then he heard a sniffle

• He immediately turns around and he see's you

• Your eyes are watery

• he pulls his earbud out and he's making his way over to you, clearly worried

• "Babe what's wrong?"

You shake your head, waving him off.

"No no, c'mon tell me-"

"You're just so damn cute and I love you so much. Precious."

• He's confused for a moment before it processes and he grins

"Is that why you're crying?"

"Yes!" You wipe your eyes again. "Thank you,"

He climbs into the hammock carefully, and wraps his arms around you.

• Not particularly what he had in mind when you finally decided to show emotion like that but he'd take it

Kirishima:

• puppy and cat

• aka

• Bubbly jock and hard ass motherfucker who can and will kill you

• He knows that you cant freely express what you feel all the time

• He understands more than most people think

• Because he knows it's easier to just be bitter than risk getting hurt again

• and you've opened up a lot!!

• and he's proud of you! Really.

• He tells you all the time and you gag and call him a sap but he knows that you secretly enjoy it

• Anyway you two are eating lunch outside

• Kirishima is babbling about something that happened after class the other day and you were eating quietly listening to your boyfriends ramblings

• And suddenly he feels a finger on his lips

• He opens his eyes confused, going to talk again before you sush him

• You're looking at a bird

• a REALLY small bird

• you take a small piece of bread from his sandwhich

• "Hi baby," you coo, "how you doin? Want some food?" You slowly hold the piece out

• The birds head tilts a little and he takes a hop

• then another

• and he watches you tense up

• and the bird takes the bread piece and flies away, he watches it go before looking back at you

• he about has a stroke

• you're fucking crying

• "Babe- wait- why are you crying?" He puts a hand on your shoulder

"What the fuck, that was so cute. Eij, he was so cute."

"Well yeah-"

"Jesus he was so tiny," you sniff, "did you see the way he tilted his head- oh my god and his little hop? No fuck off I'm gonna cry more,"

• And you do

• But honestly he doesn't even care bc you're finally letting something else in

• and it means you're comfortable around him

• so he only wraps his arms around your waist and pull you closer

• "he was very cute,"

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gxldenflower · 3 years

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Stay Stay Stay (Bruce Banner x Reader)

NOTE: Originally posted on my ao3, supposedly_archer, on December 2nd, 2020. Both the summary and A/N are copied & pasted

Summary: Bruce watched as a name was written on his wrist, slowly and painfully. His soul mark had left his skin red, raw, and itchy. He sat there for the longest time, reading the name etched on his skin over and over. Y/N.

A/N: This is kinda messy ngl, but I had a lot of fun writing it!!!

Warnings: Age gap, little bit of angst

Word Count: 1,692

Tags: @9zoria9, @thebookbakery

Gender Neutral Reader

Bruce hadn’t expected to meet his soulmate at a coffee shop.

To be honest he hadn’t expected to meet his soulmate at all.

He was working on one of his P.h.D’s when his soulmate’s name first appeared on his arm. Writing a paper on some subject he can’t even remember now when he felt a sharp, burning pain on the inside of his right wrist. It caused him to drop his pen on the floor and clutch his wrist with his opposite hand tightly.

Bruce watched as a name was written on his wrist, slowly and painfully. His soul mark had left his skin red, raw, and itchy. He sat there for the longest time, reading the name etched on his skin over and over. Y/N.

He knew that soulmates sometimes appeared later in life when their soulmate was born. But it normally happened when people were children, not when they were adults. The latest he had ever seen someone get their soul mark was in middle school.

For years, Bruce chose to ignore his soul mark. Covering up the name with long-sleeved shirts and wristwatches. It wasn’t unheard of for someone to not have a soul mark. And especially after the Hulk showed up in his life, he did his best to ignore it.

Whoever they were, wherever they were in the world, Bruce didn’t want them to get hurt. So, he hid away his soul mark from everyone. To protect them.

Only Tony knew, but of course Tony knows everything. “You do realize that you’re gonna have to face the music one day.” He had said to him one day out of the blue. Bruce had had his nose buried in an old SHIELD file.

Bruce looked up at Tony quizzically. “What do you mean, face the music?” Tony sighs and gestures with the spoon he was using to eat a cup of yogurt.

“Your soulmate. Those things work in mysterious ways, Bruce. You’re gonna meet them one day, and then what? It’s not like you can hide away from them.” Tony takes a final bite of his yogurt, and Bruce sighs.

“I’ll deal with it when I get there.” He mumbles, focusing his eyes back on the file.

Tony sighs. “It might be sooner than you think green bean.” He throws the now empty yogurt cup at Bruce’s head. It hits him gently on the forehead and drops to the floor. Bruce looks up and glares at him. Tony shrugs his shoulders, turning on his heel to exit the lab.

“Asshole,” Bruce grumbles under his breath, but Tony’s words had stuck with him. Fate always had a funny way of bringing soulmates together, no matter the circumstance.

Bruce looks down at his wrist, where his watchband covers the name Y/N. He takes off the watch and places it to the side. He runs his thumb over the black inscription repeatedly.

Over the years he had wondered what his soulmate was doing. Were they in school? Were they learning to drive? Were they thinking about him? Bruce knew exactly how old they were, he had been counting the days and years since his mark was first etched into his skin, even if he wasn’t doing it on purpose.

***

You quickly tie your apron behind your back as you exit the break room and walk into the main part of the cafe. You take your position behind the cash register, where a long line of customers is waiting.

You give the first patron your best customer service smile and apologize to him. You take his order and hand it off to the coworker that’s just appeared at your side. The next two and a half hours is a whirlwind of orders and customers as you try to keep up with the demand.

There’s eventually a lull of patrons and you lean against the counter and sigh. You glance at the watch on your wrist, but then you remember that the strap had broken suddenly last night, and you either needed to get it fixed or replaced.

Instead of gazing at the clockface as you normally do during work, you instead gaze at your soul mark. You had read it about a billion times during your life, even though it was an incredibly simple name. Bruce.

You had always imagined how you meet Bruce, your soulmate. A walk in the park, or a sudden run-in on the subway. But, you didn’t have any time to focus on that right now. You still had to finish school and find a decent paying job that wasn’t dealing with middle-aged mothers with bad haircuts.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts at the bell that signals a new customer. You smile at her as she makes her way to the counter. You take her order and hand it off to Bradley, one of your coworkers. The rest of your shift consists of the same ordeal. Taking orders and trying not to scream out loud.

After what felt like 3 days, you’re just about to untie your apron and take refuge in the break room when you hear the bell. You almost want to run off and pretend like you’re about to be sick, but something in the back of your head tells you to stay.

You smile at the man who’s just walked in. He has curly dark hair that’s graying at the sides and is dressed like he’s about to give a lecture at your college. He makes his way up to the counter and quickly looks up at the menu that hangs above and behind you before beginning his order.

It would’ve just been another order you’d immediately once the customer, but it was 6 coffees and 10 different types of pastries. You raised your eyebrows at him once he’s finished rattling off his order, and he lets out a mix of a sigh and laugh.

Your eyes meet for a moment, and you feel a sudden electrical zap in your wrist. You grab at it and by the way the man reacts you know he just had the same experience. You’re both rubbing at your wrists when you realize that it’s the wrist that has your soul mark written on it.

You lock eyes with the man and after an impromptu staring contest his eyes flick to your nametag where they stay focused. Your heart’s beating wildly in your chest and you look to the man’s, Bruce’s, wrist, but he has a watch on.

Everything that happened afterward was a mess of awkward introductions and trying to focus on whatever the hell he had just ordered. It was a blur of rushing to the break room to rip off your apron and rushing back out to where Bruce was now holding his numerous coffees and pastries.

It was a blur of exchanging numbers and trying your best to make plans to meet up at a better time. It was a blur of awkward goodbyes and Bruce almost dropping his box of pastries when he tripped on a crack in the sidewalk.

The next time Bruce saw you was more planned out, you met in a different cafe on a Friday that you both had off. Bruce had been taken aback by how easy it was to talk to you. It was like he had known you his whole life instead of just one week.

You had found yourself thinking the same thing. You had never been the most outgoing or charismatic person, but with Bruce, the conversation flowed naturally and it felt like you were in your own little window of time with him.

***

It didn’t feel like it had been a full year since you’d met your soulmate when you were laying on your couch in Bruce’s arms, back pressed against his chest, arms wrapped around you snuggly. To be honest, it felt like somewhere between a minute and an eternity.

You look up at him and smile, pressing a light kiss right underneath his chin. Bruce honest to God giggles at your show of affection, and you giggle back as you turn so your chests are pressed together and you can look him in the eye.

“Hi,” you whisper to him.

Bruce whispers back, “hi.” He lays a hand on the small of your back and begins tracing random patterns with his index finger.

“I love you,” you say to him, scanning his face. He smiles and places his other hand on your back.

“I love you too,” Bruce whispers back.

You sit in comfortable silence, basking in each other’s presence. You focus on Bruce’s heartbeat that you can feel beneath you and how your breathing has synchronized with his.

“Will you stay with me?” You ask Bruce quietly, breaking the silence. He quirks his head to the side, confused by your sudden question.

“I can stay the night if you want me to, angel, but I have work in the morn-“

You cut him off, “no. I mean like.” You bite the inside of your cheek and look away from Bruce’s face when you pause. “I mean like, forever.” Your last word is barely above a whisper, but Bruce can hear it loud and clear.

“If this is some marriage proposal, you know I can’t-“ he stops and begins to sit up, pulling away from you.

You sit up as well so you’re no longer touching and shake your head vigorously. “No, no, no. It’s not a marriage proposal, Bruce. Just, just a promise. A promise that you’ll stay with me.” You finally look up at Bruce, who has his brows furrowed tightly together, looking at you intensely.

After a beat of silence where all you can hear is your own heartbeat, he takes your hand in his and places his thumb on his name that’s inscribed on your wrist. “Of course I’ll stay with you, Y/N. I’ll stay as long as you'll let me.” You notice that his voice cracks at the end.

“Does that include forever?” You ask him quietly.

Bruce smiles at you and squeezes your hand tightly. “It includes forever, angel.”

#bruce banner #bruce banner x reader #bruce banner x you #hulk #hulk x reader #marvel

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sunaswife · 4 years

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A Suna Rintarou series

Summary: Suna was the best boyfriend you could ask for, after fighting with your inner demons that screamed you were ugly, worthless, and annoying. You finally decided to go the next step with your boyfriend, only to find out it was all a game.

A/N: PART 14 kagsiakwiaksksks ughhhh GUYS ITS ALMOST TIME LAIIAISEHHDUEISJS

Warnings: underaged drinking, smut, guys talking badly about women, heartbreak, messed up shit that you shouldn’t do and a bit of fluff if you squint

Disc seven-slide two: Kageyama Y/N 🤍

You shouldn’t have done that.

You were sitting on the bed and you checked the time, 3 am.

You turned to find Oikawa laying next to you.

How can he sleep so peacefully?

You groaned and rubbed your face.

You were sore all over.

You heard the curtain open and the nurse came in. “You need to go to the pharmacy and get this prescription and then you should be fine in a week.” She smiled and you nodded. She handed you the brace and you thanked her and shook your head when she asked if you needed help.

“Tooru-Senpai.” You shook him gently, “Iwa-Chan marry me~” he mumbled and hugged the stiff hospital bed pillow.

“Oi, I’m not 𝓘𝔀𝓪-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷. I’m Y/N remember? The person you almost killed.” You flicked his forehead and he groaned. “You heard nothing.” He immediately said as he sat up with a sigh.

“Never again.” You mumbled and winced when you moved your leg. “Hey now we match!” He exclaimed but you just gave him and bruh face. “Seriously?” You asked and he apologized. “I shouldn’t have made a bet with you. Now you’re hurt. Just stick to being a setter.” He patted your shoulder.

He mentioned that your skills were hella rusty and you bit back that you haven’t played in two years. He said that you sucked at receiving and you couldn’t be an ace even if you tried. Obviously you are a Kageyama and you are very competitive and decided to prove him wrong. One bad jump and you landed on your knee and now Oikawa was running with you on his back to the nearest emergency clinic. You’re on the phone with your aunt explaining what happened and that you’ll be home late.

The wait was so long and when you were finally seen it was so quick. You slowly took a step on your bad leg and winced slightly but you managed to walk it off. Tooru-Senpai was giving you advice on how to care for your knee and how to walk. His older sister managed to drop you off at home and Tobio was still awake in the room you two were sharing for your stay.

“You didn’t go to sleep? I thought you have practice in a few hours.” You asked and he scowled. “I do but how can I sleep knowing my favorite cousin got hurt because of Oikawa.” He asked and you apologized and sat on his bed, you whimpered and gripped your thigh. He sighed and stood up from his futon. Yes he was forced to give you his bed and he was stuck sleeping on the floor.

He helped you take it off and rub cream to help with the pain. He even gave you some pain killers. You gave him a small thanks but he muttered a “whatever I’ll walk you to the station. I’ll go to practice after.”

Just walk off the pain

Well it didn’t necessarily hurt but there was a discomfort. You could walk but when you had to go up the stairs? Yeah no thanks. Especially in the skirt you’re wearing.

You usually wore black tights with your uniform but because of your knee, you decided not to. You wore the small brace and made your way to your locker. Some boys in the basketball team were near your locker waiting for their teammate and they kept laughing loudly and tossing the basketball to eachother. Right when you closed your locker one of the boys bumped into your side causing you to bump against your locker and the apple of your knee kissed the locker perfectly. “Fuck!” You winced and fell back on your butt. Your textbooks scattered everywhere and everything in your bag fell out.

You cried silently as you quickly gripped your thigh due to the pain. “Holy shit I’m sorry are you—“ “IM FINE!” You raised your voice. Before you knew it you saw the familiar blonde and grey haired boys as they picked up your stuff and your boyfriend easily lifted you in his arms and asked if you were okay. “Rin I’m fine put me down.” You assured and he gently set you down like a fragile piece of china. “Kageyama, I’m really sorry...” the guy said and you looked up and smiled softly and wiped your tears. “It’s okay, just be careful next time kay?” You said and he nodded and immediately turned around with the rest of his friends. Hmm weird...

“Did you guys miss me?” You teased and turned to the three boys only to find them glaring at the poor boy who hurt you. “Don’t start. It was an accident.” You said and pushed the twins while linking arms with your tall boyfriend. “You sure you’re fine?” Osamu asked and you nodded. “This is what happens when all your life you train as a setter only to turn into a middle blocker to prove someone wrong.” You sighed and they literally looked at you and sighed in sync. “You need to be careful. What are we going to do if you die?” Atsumu said seriously and you gave him a look. “Uh..people don’t die in volleyball.” RIP Daichi You told him and he sighed once again. The bell rang and you tried to grab your bag and books out of the twin’s hand but Suna beat you to it and took everything with you trailing next to him. “I can carry that, Rin.” You told him and he shook his head. “If I could I would carry you too.” Suna said and went at your pace which was slower than usual.

He walked you to your desk and like a good boyfriend set down your bag to the side and place the textbooks on the desk. “Did the doctor say you need to sit and rest?” He asked worriedly, “No she actually wanted me to keep walking around.” You replied and he nodded. “Okay cool. I’ll be taking your bags and books so don’t take them after class. Okay?” He asked and you nodded. “I’ll talk to you after.” He said softly and leaned down to give your head a kiss and he made his way to the other side of the classroom.

Your face flushed and you looked down at your desk. You felt eyes staring and you looked up to see almost your whole class staring. This is probably weird to them. At the start of highschool Suna always kept this silent but deadly persona then all of a sudden he’s dating the smartest kid in class. What is this a fanfiction? Yes.

“What are you looking at?” Suna spoke up and the class looked away and sat in their proper seats waiting for the teacher to arrive and start class.

Previously

Up next

Masterlist

A/N: kwhqiwiwoaiwbs next chapter is going to go down kind of lol

A/N part 2: ngl the beginning sounds like Y/N and Oikawa did it lmao

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chaoticneutralwriter · 3 years

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The Storm

And it all comes crashing down.

guardian demon!jimin x reader

genre: supernatural, angst, romance, fluff, slow-burn

word count: 4.2k

related works: see Masterlist under guardian demon!jimin au

Continuation of The Calm

Warning: uhh...very mild violence and blood?? LOL

A/N: okay woww....it’s uhhh IT’S BEEN A WHILE. And honestly, it has been a mixture of....quarantine burnout (is that a thing?? idk this quarantine kinda hit different), wrestling with scene placement, writer’s block, re-writing chunks of stuff, being indecisive about where to end the chapter (ngl i had some pretty killer cliffys LOLL) i am SO sorry it took so long!! 😫 (the value in having an ✨outline✨) i know i might sound like a broken record, but i cannot stress enough of how thankful i am to your patience and love for this story!! 💜💜💜💜 i hope you enjoy this chapter in spite of how short it is 😭😭😭😭

(Also yes, that scene is 100% inspired by that gif even though i had already planned for it to happen; the gif helped me paint a better picture 🥰)

Tags: @cherryjiminiee @kokobaekkie @breathebangtan @itsadoozie @thatshylatina @chiminieboi @azulamakesmeblank @sectumsemptae @awkwardwookie @aduky @poisonseashell @shortannoyingginger @caramelmac-chiato @sana-b @jiminstinct @beautifulparisiangirl @taelieninvader @ggukjitaejin @xakemi-chiix @vantaenims @atulipandarose @moments-of-melancholy @xclo02 @cherub-kookie @gottadreamitallaway @indiesy @disn3yfreak @oerangdoongi @definitelynotshady @youmaiiwasherebeforeu

The chase more or less ends with Jimin hauling you up over his shoulder, only to dump you into the shower shortly after. You get him back for man handling you when, as soon as he flicks the shower on, you drag him in with you, clothes and all.

He had sighed, defeated, muttering how much of handful you are but as much as he gripes, he still helped you wash your hair with the barest hints of a smile on his lips. You were more than happy to return the favour, though you don't think your scalp massage was as good as his. Eventually, he drags the both of you out before your fingers turn pruney.

“You sure you don't want me to walk you back to your place?”

You nod your head as you're slipping on your shoes by the front entrance.

“I'll be fine Jimin. It's still day time so nothing will happen.” You assure, finally glancing up to his figure leaning against the wall, arms crossed and dressed in a new pair of black slacks and a silk loose blouse, its sheen like the colour of the ocean under a blue moon. You straighten, walking the few steps to stand closer to him until you pick up the faint smell of his body wash – warm cinnamon spice, the one that lingers on your skin as well. “Besides, I have your...emergency contact so there's nothing for you to worry about.”

“You say that, but you promise you'll actually use it right?”

The question makes you inadvertently inhale, the reluctance barely concealable in that breath of air but you give in, meeting his eyes as you say, “I will. I promise.”

Jimin doesn't say anything for a moment, watching you with those dark irises until you see the little tension on his face relax with the slight sagging of his shoulders. He smiles, “Good.”

Your mouth twitches at a corner and you can't help yourself. You reach up on the tips of your toes, taking his face into your hands to land a quick peck on the centre of those pillowy pink lips.

“Then you have to promise me you'll focus on getting better – don't strain yourself over small things like this.”

He blinks, eyes large at your burst of forwardness, hands that had moved instinctively to hover finally nestle themselves on your waist. You hear him huff through his nose after a while, expression smoothing over before your vision is blurred by his figure leaning down to press a proper kiss to you in return as he sneakily asks, “What if I asked simply because I wanted to spend more time with you?”

Now it's your turn to gape, breath caught in your throat and eyes wide while blinking dumbly. The more you blinked, the more amused Jimin became and the higher the blush creeps up your cheeks until the heat became unbearable. You sputter, stubbornly trying to ignore it.

“T-That's – ! You – ! No, I will not let you coerce me like this.”

He bursts out laughing heartily at the way you pout, head thrown back and all you could do is narrow your eyes up at him indignantly. When he's finally calmed but still sees you all puffed up like an angry hamster, he wraps his arms around to squeeze you to him, an easy-going smile lingering on his face.

“Ah, I least I tried.”

You sigh, “I'm serious Jimin. No horsing around if you can help it okay?”

Jimin thinks the look you're giving him is equivalent to that of a puppy's; all big and glossy and paired with the barest crinkle of worry in your brow, it leaves him no choice but to agree.

“Okay cherub. I promise I won't.” He says gently and only then do you seem satisfied.

“Good.”

Now that that's settled, you find yourself just standing in each other's arms, nothing more to say yet perfectly comfortable where you are. You find yourself fiddling with the small, dainty buttons on his shirt, a distraction to how shy you've slowly become under his attentive gaze.

“I should probably go now...” You mumble though you make little to no effort in actually doing so.

You hear Jimin hum, seemingly agreeing but he also doesn't make to show any signs of letting you go, even comfortably adjusts his hold on you. He also takes the time to place a kiss on your forehead. “Text me when you get home?”

“Mm.” You nod.

You remain like that for another good minute before it takes everything in you to drag yourself away from his arms, picking up your bag to sling onto your shoulder. You already feel the chill of the AC creeping into your arms as Jimin holds the door open for you.

“I'll see you then?” You ask, then chastise yourself for letting slip the little bit of disappointment you feel at having to leave so soon, however there's no taking back your text to Jaehee saying that you'll be on your way (she's definitely not someone you want to delay meeting).

Jimin eyes gleam with a knowing look though, like he's tossing around the idea of teasing you but instead, says playfully, “Of course, can't get rid of me that easily.”

You huff out a laugh, rolling your eyes with a shake of your head which only seems to satisfy him.

The trip home gave you the time to reflect on yourself and on the events that had happened. There's a lightness to your steps – no doubt finally meeting Jimin after a period of confusion and hurt and letting the floodgates to the emotions you've kept buried free has cleared the clog in your heart. On top of that, to have your guardian demon return the feelings you've long convinced yourself were futile; thought nothing more than a self-sabotaging trap designed by no one but you and your only escape from it was to take the plunge.

Yet here you are, relatively unscathed. To be honest, even now you're still in disbelief.

But you won't dismiss this warm giddiness that's taken over easily, just as how you're leisurely soaking in the rays of the late afternoon sun now. It bathes everything in a glow that has every colour in your eyes appear much more crisp and vibrant, making the city lively. It further brightens your mood.

Once you've crossed the threshold of your home, you immediately hear Jaehee's call of greeting from the kitchen.

“Did you eat yet?” She asked right off the bat as you enter after toeing off your shoes.

“Yeah, I ate before I left.”

She nods, continuing her chopping for what you can only assume is dinner for tonight.

“So...everything worked out okay?”

It's asked tentatively but the question doesn't surprise you as much as it should; whether it's because of Jaehee's prior awareness to your troubles, your deep-rooted friendship, or simply sensing the obvious complete shift in your mood, she very well knows where you've been without having to probe much.

Still, you can't help smiling.

The forecast calls for mild, clear weather like today for the days to follow. It's no doubt something a lot of people will be capitalizing on, a relief from the unpredictable temperatures between the changing of seasons. Perhaps it's with that same mindset, you find yourself being able to swallow back the niggling uncertainty that seems to always follow you.

You'll save your worrying for another day, but for now, you want to hold onto these promised sunny days for as long as you can.

“Yeah,” You breathe, “Everything's good.”

You see Jaehee's lips quirk up, a light smile that lets you know she's just as happy as you are to hear that. But then as she turns towards you, it morphs into a sly Cheshire grin.

“Spill it, girl. I need those details.”

The startled gasp that rings out in the dead of night seemed unnaturally loud in the dark spacious room that for a moment, Jimin thought it had belonged to a tormented ghost that had wandered its way in. After a few shuddering breaths did it occur to him that the sound had actually came from him.

His eyes slip shut once again, rubbing them tiredly as he inhales a deep breath before letting it out. Dragging his hand down his face, Jimin sits up, body feeling as if it's made of lead and rolled his neck and shoulders, trying to relieve the joints that are aching dully before reluctantly hauling himself out of bed, the dryness in his throat uncomfortable as is the clamminess of his skin after being drenched by cold sweat – it doesn't take much to know that he won't be able to slip into a blissfully empty state of slumber for the rest of the night.

His feet takes him into the kitchen and his hand grabs for a glass of water which he downs absentmindedly. The drink soothes the burning in his throat but the same cannot be said for the storm slowly brewing inside of him. Eyes as dark as the sky outside the large windows stare out listlessly, his mind slipping into deep thought.

How many times is that now? Four? Five?

For a number of nights, he's been plagued by these dreams – nightmares.

At first they were vague, mostly indiscernible as if shrouded by thick black smoke that whenever Jimin woke from them, the most he would feel is a sense of unease but soon afterwards, the feeling and the memory of it would fade as quick as it came.

But as the days passed, these dreams slowly mutated into something more vicious, taking a hold of his unconsciousness before he had the time to react.

And it was always the same dream.

Not knowing when or how he got there, Jimin would find himself in a formless space, surrounded from all sides by an endless ocean of white veils. They rolled and danced ceaselessly, much like turbulent waves out at open sea and he was the small boat being battered against the powerful force, threatening to capsize. The shifting and turning disoriented him, made his stomach churn and head spin but no matter how stubbornly he tried to run, he could never escape.

So all he could do was stand in place, and as the dancing veils begin to close in on him, the air around would become thinner and thinner until he was gasping for breath, lungs burning with no hope of holding in an ounce of air. Soon after his knees would collapse under him. As he's reduced to this weakened state, it's only then that he'll see it.

Amidst this deceivingly tranquil prison, a figure emerged in the distance, its shape distinctly outlined by the large pale fabric that continue to billow around by an invisible breeze, appearing very much like a ghostly apparition. At the sight, a chill would instantly run down Jimin's spine as if his blood had turned into ice and in the vast silence, only the deafening beating of his heart would fill his ears. For an unknown amount of time, this figure would simply stand ominously without moving. Then suddenly, it would advance, moving at a startling speed and so soundlessly with each blink of his eyes that before he could think, it was already towering over him like a great marble statue.

Like death encroaching.

Jimin could only wait frozen in place by the oppressive force bearing down on him, staring up with shaking pupils and it's then that he knew what it is that looks down upon him.

Divine judgment.

There's a stale and tar-like taste that blooms in his mouth first, then slowly, as the last remains of his strength leaves his body, he finally notices the cold dampness spreading outwards from his chest.

The blade that pierces through him was as dark as the blood it's coated in.

It's here that he wakes from the shock of the phantom pain so intense they momentarily blur the line between reality.

He's not one for superstitions or 'prophetic dreams', being a demon and all but he's by no means unfamiliar with them, especially now when they hit him in the face like this – so viciously and frequently too. A heavy sigh leaves his lips.

The last few days had been quiet; the first in... he's not sure how long. Perhaps that's why he slipped up like this, got caught up in believing that this sweet lie could be true. That maybe, by some miracle, there was a chance for the both of you.

Jimin scoffs a quiet laugh and his mouth twists into a cold smile.

How foolish; to think that they can be more than just wishful thinking.

Heaven is righteous, boasting to have eyes and ears in places without one knowing and yet so frivolous in what they choose to acknowledge.

And it's just his luck that the one time he was counting on that fact, it completely backfired on him.

There's no avoiding this; it's clear that any day now some divine being is going to descend upon him in the name of carrying out justice for the crimes he's committed. If not for the breached guardian contract, then for failing to complete the trials to prove his piety.

Jimin's eyes slips shut, tipping his head down, the ache along his neck and shoulders creeping over him once again – ever lingering, never fading – and all he could do is accept.

Alone in this large and empty penthouse, Jimin felt no anger, no remorse or fear, only a quiet sense of mourning he allowed for himself. However fleeting it may have been, those few days spent with you will be something he'll remember fondly. He thought, if this had been where his luck had went, then he at least can be reassured that it wasn't a complete waste.

Just as his eyes peer back open, the first rays of dawn had begun to bleed through the horizon, dispersing the darkened sky with the coming of a new day. As he watches the sun begin to rise, Jimin's expression hardened along with his resolve.

One thing’s for certain; no matter what happens, he'll keep you safe.

Until the very bitter end.

There's something amiss.

He can't quite place his finger on it, but Jungkook didn't go about his day without feeling an inexplainable sense of dread hanging over him like a heavy cloak that won't leave him. It felt as if every nerve in his body is coiled, restless and bracing for something to happen. As such, he's developed an annoying ache across the back of his neck and shoulder which he had to constantly roll in order to dispel some of the built up tension.

It didn't help, so it only made Jungkook endlessly irritated.

Wanting to blow off some of this steam, he had taken to wandering the streets in search of an outlet. Unfortunately, there's only so much he could do given his status in the mortal world. Playing the shoulder devil whispering temptations, tipping the scale between life or death, fortune or misfortune on a person was only fun while it lasted, and Jungkook was a demon who grew bored very easily of those same old basic tricks. Although there's the option of materializing briefly to cause more mischief, it took way too much power to maintain a physical form so at most, he would only be able to have fun messing with one or two souls but not nearly having enough time to really string them along to his heart's content. After all, the thrill of being a demon comes from withering down their prey, dragging them so deep into depravity before they realize it's too late and there's no saving them.

He sighs inwardly, thinking about all the lost potential, especially now that he's in possession of such a fine specimen. How delightful it would be to see the lengths men and women would go to hold onto even a sliver of his attention, to have them so tightly wound around his fingers just to leave them high and dry. Truly, this was the pain of having a great weapon but being unable to use it.

It makes Jungkook consider how more convenient it would be if he had formed contract with someone, similar to what Jimin had done.

Speaking of, he wonders what had become of you and his fellow demon brother, as the last he's heard of either one of you, one was on a war path while the other's aura signature was reduced so greatly that he didn't need to make much of an effort to be scarce. As much as he's tempted to go find out what's become of you both, Jungkook had to hold himself back. He's told himself that after directing you to your lost guardian demon (as you had practically begged him to do), he's vowed to severe his involvement if he knew what was good for him.

Things were obviously only going to get messier, and no doubt he would be catching any of the fallout if he decides to stick around, even if it's just to satisfy his own burning curiousities.

Jungkook continues to wander aimlessly like this, thoughts bouncing from the matters surrounding you pair to toying with the idea of actually finding some hidden cult who's ballsy enough to try a demon summoning (nine times out of ten it's a shoddy job but fuck is it funny to see their faces thinking it had worked, plus he's guaranteed a couple of souls to his count too).

Above, the sun dips in and out continuously, the constant shift in light distracting Jungkook. He watches and notes idly the fast pace in which the clouds travel, how the white wisps grow and the sky begins to look tumultuous until gradually, they become so dense they completely block the sun out altogether. With the warm rays no longer casting down, the world plunges into a gloomy grey overcast.

A frown tugs onto his lips unconsciously, but the premonition of rain was not what troubled him.

He had the mind to quicken his steps when suddenly they falter. It felt like something had told him to stop, so for a moment he stood confused, turning his head in search for a source until Jungkook's gaze stray over to a small, narrow side street. The street looked like a much older part of the city in the style of the buildings; he can't honestly say he's ever noticed this part before so for it to catch his attention....

Jungkook is already taking tentative steps down the rough cobble stone path without realizing, slowly making his way past the few small family owned shops. He's going off solely on this gut-feeling, almost as if in a trance which after blinking, does he notice he's staring at a particular store front of a shop. His brows furrow even more from confusion, not understanding why he was drawn here.

The shop looked like it hadn't been rented out for many years, the paint so worn down and faded that it didn't resemble the rich forest green colour it once was, even peeling in some places to show the wood underneath. The lacquered sign above has also lost its shine, and whatever script that has been written on it has long become indecipherable. Jungkook had to squint just to make out the faint imprint of the letters 'S' and what he thinks might be 'P' and a 'TH'.

Despite the windows being dirtied, he could still tell that inside the shop was nothing but barren space, the wall shelves filled with dust and cobwebs, the tables empty with only traces of the trinkets it once held. Time had let this place be forgotten, erased its name from existing in any memory, yet it's here Jungkook finds himself lingering, wondering why?

What secrets does this place hold?

Naturally, he can't let this anomaly go lest he drives himself mad. Jungkook takes a step towards the shop, a hand outstretched with the intentions of investigating further when from out of his peripheral he sees something. Whipping his head to it, his eyes lock onto a figure standing at the head of the street from where he had came.

The inexplainable driving force he had immediately vanishes, replaced with the sensation of his body going numb all over, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on ends. Not like the presence of this ominous figure on its own incited such a reaction, but it's also in the way it looked.

Tall in such a way that it's imposing, and draped in a pure white cloak, giving away nothing of what lies beneath. The only feature he's able to make out was the golden halo crown encircling it from behind; a stark contrast. There's no questioning whether or not it can be seen by anyone other than himself – this appearance alone clearly did not belong in this world.

It is not of this world.

Jungkook needed to remain calm. He can't afford to let slip that he's unnerved – that's a sure fire way to getting killed first because fear ultimately blinds. Still, he can't stop the tenseness in his shoulders and the ache comes back with a vengeance. Swallowing, Jungkook inhales and jaw clenched, he turns to leave as if having never seen this phantom at all.

His strides are long, determined to put distance between it and himself, all the while his senses are going into overdrive. He's hyper-aware as he swiftly makes his way through narrow streets and alleys, twisting and turning with no rhyme or reason but he already knows he won't be losing this unwanted tail any time soon. So he changes tactics, figuring that he might as well get the jump on it first before giving it the opportunity.

Jungkook apparates out of the alley, appearing in a busy crowded street and just as fast, he changes to a rooftop. Within these few short seconds, he spins on his heels, gathering a fistful of demonic energy in his hand ready to hurl it the moment he sees any hint of white cloth, body instinctively adapting a fighting stance. However, as his piercing topaz eyes dart around, he finds nothing.

The air around him is still, like the overpowering presence had all but disappeared. Down below, he faintly hears the bustling of people, the sound of cars driving by, even now he becomes aware of how hard he's breathing, the adrenaline pumping through his veins has his heart racing.

Still, Jungkook doesn't dare drop his guard, backing away cautiously as if he's on pins and needles. He's focusing all of his senses, trying to pick up anything that might seem strange over the white noise of the city. He listens, until it all goes eerily quiet.

Jungkook sees before he can react, its speed far more faster than he could have ever anticipated, and all he manages is a sharp, startled gasp. The rest of the air gets blocked by an iron grip around his throat but even then, he's given no time to fully register this as he feels his back crashing into a hard surface with impeccable force and an explosive pain erupts. He chokes on a mouthful of blood.

“Filthy vermin should not waste time struggling so uselessly.”

Jungkook winces, nauseated by the throbbing of his head alone – now he has this voice that seems to be ringing from inside his head.

“The fate of thy life depends on the answer thee giveth me.” The hold tightens and Jungkook swears his neck would give out before he's able to make a sound (how very counter-productive, he thinks in spite of himself).

“Where is he?”

Struggling through the black dots in his vision, Jungkook finally pinpoints the identity of his aggressor. The dry laugh he wanted to let out comes out as a cough but it carries the disbelief and scorn all the same.

White cloak, oppressing aura, immense strength and speed, and a voice that sounded neither man nor woman. There's no mistaken it now.

Fuck, since when was his luck so shit that an archangel finds him first?

The clouds had rolled in much faster than Jimin had thought, the sight reminiscent to being under murky waters. He wonders if at this rate, it would darken even further though he supposes he shouldn't bother. After all, this was no mere storm out of the blue.

He raises the cup and takes a sip of his black coffee, closing his eyes as if to savour the bitterness. Jimin doesn't bother to finish the rest of it, even if it's a waste not to. But there's no helping it, not when he was expecting a visitor. He gingerly places the drink aside on the counter first, then redirects his gaze to the large expanse of his windows at a leisurely pace.

There's not a hint of shock as his eyes meet the figure cloaked in white, hovering on the other side of the glass panels. The layers of chiffon flutter softly against the rising winds, the golden glint of each spike on the crown adorning its head menacing, as if it's a weapon in and of itself.

Behind, the sky darkens forbiddingly, and soon after comes the distant rumbling of thunder.

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